Today is 05Dec2017 and I was sitting in my parked car, with the headlights out, staring at my former house. Finally I tiptoed up to the front door to check the mailbox. I turned the flashlight on my iPhone to see if there was a name on the mailbox, but there wasn’t. Next I actually tried to read the name on the mail, but it was only junk circulars. I then decided not to knock on the former door. I retreated to parked my car. As I was sitting in the dark, a van pulled up. My heart leapt! Maybe it was Sexy Beast, maybe it was Sexy Beast.
A tall man got out of the van and walked towards the lit back porch. Sexy beast was 6 foot 4 so it could be him! I want it to be him. But the man stepped into light and I saw that it wasn’t him. I was so disappointed.
He started moving around on the porch to take out the garbage and I decided to leave my car and go talk to him. I stopped on the other side of the fence and called out to the stranger “hello does sexy beast live here?” the man replied I don’t think so what’s his last name I told him and he said no he hasn’t lived here since 2004 2005 so I asked what about his best friend so and so? no doesn’t ring a bell yeah hasn’t lived here since 2005.
well that’s it then. I guess I won’t be seeing him anytime soon, but I’ve been dreaming about him and that’s never a good thing.