I live right next door to this crazy guy.
The first time I met him I thought he was normal, but quickly began to question his sanity and/or mental stability. He is not slow at all, though one could think that at first impressions. It's just too weird to go in to...but I guess I'll try.
He walks up and down the street all the time. And I mean all the time. My ex roommate used to get p-noid that he was following her because everywhere she went in the neighborhood, it seemed like he was lurking. In the morning when I would go to the train station at the end of the block, he would be there. When I came out at night on my way home, he was there. My boyfriend would tease me that he had a crush on me. I don't think that has anything to do with it. He just happened to be there, like he happens to stand in his window everytime we come in or out of the house to watch our comings and goings. Every person who has ever come over to my house has said "so what's with the creepy neighbor?"
The conclusion I have come to is that he is in some way mentally challenged, I just can't figure out what the fuck it is. He is schizy. He is talkative once he feels comfortable with you and will just take up strolling down the street beside you to carry on a conversation about sports or school. (I still can't figure out if he is fibbing when he says that he just got his masters and works in a mortgage firm and is going to law school...) He shit a brick when he found out I work in a law firm and that my dad is a lawyer. His eyes got like saucers and he kept saying "wow that is so cool. I love law. You have to tell me more about your dad being a lawyer." Hahaa!!! He keeps robert for the longest talking about sports. Rob and I get a huge kick out of it and assume that he is utterly harmless and quirky. We have even become a tad bit endeared to him for all his kookiness.
One thing that bugs me though is that he fights with his mother l-o-u-d-l-y. All the time they are out there with the screaming and the yelling and the shaking of fists. I can't understand what they're shouting about because most of it is in Greek. But today. Woah. Today I got home from work and as I came through the gate he came storming out the front door and down the steps shouting "I want the fucking ni*ger!!! That's what I want. I want the fucking ni*ger!"
Ay-ay-aaay-yikes...
His mother was shouting after him. Of course, I understood none of it and ventured down the steps into my apartment - away from the dra-MA. goodbye.
Posted by Maria at June 4, 2003 08:01 PMPoor guy, is he autistic maybe? I should say poor mother, sounds like she has her hands full..we had a guy across the street for years and he was alot like this guy...my guy used to sit on the front porch, blaring ac/dc and sing into the water hose..you gotta love that. He lived w/his mother and they later moved and he set fire to their new home...he now resides in a mental ward. Don't give him any matches maria..
Posted by: sandy at June 4, 2003 09:28 PMWe have definitely contemplated the possibility that he is autistic, we just aren't sure, because, naturally, we aren't exactly comfortable asking...
I'm surprised this kid isn't in an institution sometimes because you are right, he puts his mother through a lot of grief. She must be a real trooper. She's a funny little Greek lady who always waves hello...and he's cool too, when he's not ranting and raving.
I have a cousin who is a schizophrenic. He can't even hold a job because of his paranoia and frequent fear of dealing with people. It's not any more fun for the people who care about him than it is to BE him. Sometimes I think this guy might be a schiz, but I'm not sure...
Posted by: Maria at June 4, 2003 10:08 PM