Author: Truman

The townhouse I lived in had four bedrooms, and the landlord, Ross, rented out three of them while occupying the other. On the ground floor lived a quiet guy who was very nice. Ross certainly liked him. But out of the blue, he started disparaging him. “He cooks too much and uses up too much…

When I woke up the following morning – and on virtually every single day since then, even up to today – there would always be someone waiting for me on my quiet street. Not necessarily a man who’d run towards me like on Day One, but invariably some person on my street, which had previously…