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he took over the old house of an old lady who was his grandmother's friend, after she passed away.
it was built in the 1940s as one of the 3 family houses built on a plot of land.
actually, this is the random friend i made at the cafe in school, who did screenwriting in L.A.
we both like to make bullshit stories and he calls me an "angry asian". lol.
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going home from his house was exciting thanks to the scary drunk/high 50s-ish lady (wearing a hoodie, carrying a fleece blanket and plastic bottle) at the bus stop. the frigging bus was late so i got to see the lady's antics.
she was lying on the grass behind the bus stop, on the pavement in front of the bus stop, basically she kept shuffling around like a zombie.
i didn't want to get near her so i listened to music and stood far away from the bus stop, but at one point she started to walk towards me, with her toad-like eyes and her finger pointing at me, so i moved out of the way. then she sat where i stood.
after a minute she went back to the bus stop and i had to move again to a spot where i can keep an eye on her.
then she seemed to be coming for me again so i went across the car park to the shops. luckily she didn't follow me. but she went for this big moustached guy who just pulled up at the shop. i think she talked to him, but he ignored her after a while. then she sat behind him, near his feet. after a while, he got in his car, started the engine, at which she got up and started following the car. that was freaky!
he parked it 4 spaces from where he was originally.
the bus finally came and i got on after her. she basically went in, didn't stop to pay, and the driver didn't say anything. i stayed in front while she went to the back.
my music was on pretty loud so i couldn't hear anything, but when the bus stopped for longer than usual, and the chatty guy on the seat opposite me went to sit beside me, i suspected it was the scary lady.
she shuffled by, sat in the seat right beside the driver, seemed to talk to him, and after some tense moments, got off the bus, and everyone seemed to snap out of their self-induced trance and looked in her direction.
i was pretty glad i couldn't hear anything at all.
there was one good thing though. because this bus was late, i thought i would miss the connecting bus for sure. and it was a public holiday so buses only came every half hour.
but at the transfer station, my next bus just arrived, so i half-ran the 400ish m to it, and the driver wasn't an asshole - i think he waited for me.
i smiled at him when i boarded, mustered my most sincere "thank you!" when i got down, and i think i heard a reply in return from him.
