Cause This is Thriller, Thriller Night

An awful, awful, thing just happened last night.

A MAD DUDE just broke into my place, but thank GOD he did not make his way toward my room.

It was A LITTLE BIT PAST MIDNIGHT when I needed to make a “wee” business at the toilet before I crashed on my bed. So I stepped down the stairs to go to the toilet. I thought I saw a silhouette of a guy, whom I thought to be my next door (literally) neighbour. So I said a chit-chatty “hi, there” to the guy.

To my surprise, when the guy turned his back, it was the MAD DUDE that I usually saw in the morning on my way to work, sitting on the asphalt road, leaning to my neighbour’s house’ brick-wall fence. That poor dude. (I feel so sorry for you, man)

And there he was, holding a lit cigarette, asking me, “hey, do you have blah blah blah”, smiling a dubious smile. The blah-blah-blah part was mostly a blur, for it was the split second I sprinted back toward my room and panting and pulling my blanket tight and trembling like a wet cat.

To bring out the funk, I tried to make some phone calls to my friends, which, inexplicably, no body picked. Except this one friend whom had nicely called me back and told me to calm down and breath, and to hold a stone in my palm to hold the urge of my “wee” business. (What?? Dude. Seriously. I was this close from my little Armageddon.)

A MAD DUDE?? I swear, last night couldn’t get any weirder.