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Watching.

Driving.

My two favorite things in the world, they're all I do most days. Driving down the suburbs, slowly and finding a curb to park. Then watching the residents leaving their homes as they head off to work, thinking little of the intruding Lincoln Continental hiding like a chameleon in the dark of the morning. Watching until the rock gets lifted up and the sun starts showing the bug that hid in the dark. When it's time to scurry it when I get to do my second favorite thing. Sometimes it'll be off to nowhere just riding the roads with no destination in mind. Other times I'll tail one of the last cars pulling out. Straight, left, right, continue for a mile, onramp to the freeway. Just slow down a bit, stay a couple cars behind and they won't notice. They never notice. I lied though, there's a third thing that's my favorite in the whole world. Ford street. My favorite neighborhood. Little quaint houses with nice paint and kept yards. From one end to the other, teal, burgundy, burgundy, lighter brown like a tan, teal, baby blue, forest green, you get the picture. No real color coordination but each one still looks nice on its own. Now it ain't just the homes that I like, nah, they're nice. Wouldn't mind having one of those yards, the nice grass and some bush with a tree shading the roof. But it's a person. Lives there, 6504, that's the address. He's the third favorite.

Funny thing, he knows who I am. I go by every other day. Drive-thru, order a diet pepsi and a power bowl, light sour cream, extra chick and lettuce, add nacho cheese. The voice, oh, as he asks “What will you be ordering?”, the little smile he has as I pull through to the window and the hurried movements and speech as he does a second car while handing me change, his shoulder length white hair catching in his eyes. His plate, 5G4EE7. Had a guy I know run it. I watched tucked away in the corner until the angel went into his parked Outback. A little angel on this planet, I couldn't believe when I read he was 20. I watched all the time. Look at him every time every little crease when he'd smile and the slightly darker spots under the eyes. Every time I'd go I'd be nice, look but not too much but I felt like staring at him all day, never driving after and just parking there for hours. Every Time at that taco bell I'd be hungry, insatiable but a hundred power bowls couldn't sate me. Him. Only him.

I've seen him without the jacket. He gets cold, he told me, without it he gets real cold. I know, those nipples are very perky. A flat chest yet puffy nipples when you're a little frosty, but not muscular not close. I like it that way, you focusing on your squats at the gym. Was a little funny, watching you try to curl a 35 but failing and looking side to side like a scared dog before you shuffled back to the squat rack. 135, very nice. Good for your size, you were shorter than some of those girls. Kind of funny. I know they judged you. I know they had a dislike towards you, the short little guy trying to make muscle, that's what they thought. I'd hold you in my arms. Embrace you, care for you in a way those girls could never relate to. I'm not interested in them. One tried talking to me, tried making small talk. Becky Erwit. She didn't like you taking your time on the rack. She didn't LIKE how you didn't go deep enough. She didn't see how cute it looked as you struggled all your might to control it slightly down and slightly up. She didn't see the tiredness in your eyes and the pride of accomplishment deep in you, the smile you made as you flexed lightly in the mirror.

She's not an issue anymore. She's all fine, just somehow some ex of her's came back to her life. One of the crazy ones though, sending mail to her and breaking her front door lock with superglue, putting chips in the tank. Had to move back in with her parents, darn shame.

You live with them too. I'd have loved to meet them. I don't think I can come back to your life. You always stay inside now. Don't even go back to the taco bell. Your last day, you didn't look me in the eyes. Didn't really speak much. Started breathing heavily like you were having an asthma attack. Just from seeing me. Just from hearing me.