My random, infrequent ramblings. Crucé el charco hace años.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I had a stalker once, years ago when I was barely a teenager. He was the brother of a classmate of my older brother. His name was Eric and he was much older than us. I want to say he was maybe 25 at the time. He did not work. He lived with his parents. Something was wrong with him. It was very hush-hush, but I think it was schizophrenia. Behind his back, everybody called him Eric el Loco. He would come and hang out at my family’s little shop when I was working there, always looking at me with those too-intense eyes.