Psycho

There's a man up the road who is locally known as psycho, an homage to Hitchcock. He lives adjacent to his brother. Last night Norman Bates crept out of his yellow (the colour of choice for psychopaths) front door and next appeared in his brother's garden. This was around eleven at night. He spent some time inspecting the window sills as I stood puffing away on a cigarette. Every time I turned my head he had silently disappeared in the blink of an eye. Like a ghost. Then he would return again. I think he's supernatural. And an asshole.

Wednesday, July 15th 2009