Mister was silently sitting opposite me in the train, happened to get off at the same station, took the same subway to the same stop, the same street, flat, floor, door as me.

Right now he's standing behind me. Uninterested in the computer, he's now staring out the window. Shall ask him who he is and what he's doing in my house? Wait, he's leaving. No, he's turning on the television.

Oh well, never mind.

 

palla zangana palla zangana Oh well, never mind... I remember him now. He was a very old roommate. He left one day long ago without paying his share of the rent. He's ashamed of it, and has not said anything...and I just recognized him. ''Roomie, good to see you. Don't worry about that last months rent. Really. How have you been?'' Good to see you man! hmmmm .... getting the feeling that your in his house. he smokes so don't worry. soon he will die of lung cancer. if not, give him food until he dies of obesity.The Amarans :: the past and the future Insects and ants of the world unite! Researchers in the high Andes have discovered a culture where they see the past and present in an entirely different way. The Aymarans see the past as something in front of them! I've written more about it in the tunnels of one of our websites. This moment is a sea change as far as I'm concerned!I would ask the mister to politly leave. then he would pull a gun on me. i would ask him what he was doing. then id reach for my secret hidden police button under my computer desk (for emergencys). then he'd ask me what i was doing. i would nonchelontly ignore him. then the police would arive 7 hours later, after i had already been raped and killed. they would relize they made a mistake, and should have come sooner...but its too late now...mabie next time they'll be there.