“He claims to be a writer,” I said to my friend as we watched through the kitchen window.
“Mmm hmm.” She said and sipped her tea. “That explains it.”
He dances naked in the rain every so often, but I never bother to report him. He seems so happy, and I honestly couldn’t care one way or the other.
He was arrested once and then back at it the very next day. It was the rainy season, so he had plenty of opportunities.
He was particularly old in years, but obviously young at heart. My friend and I agree that we hope to be so carefree in our later years. We thought that maybe we should take a writing class.