has been slowly taking over a friend of mine here in Chicago. Well lets start when I moved into the building. It goes something like this. I moved into my first apt in Chicago and I noticed the older gray haired man walking his dog. He was very friendly to everybody and alwys held the doors for everybody. Well this guy was just an ordinary guy from the outside, but when you got to know him, he was brain surgeon and this guy was brilliant. Doc is known around the building who has been living here for over 4 years. I would make time for Doc, most people wouldn't listen to him, or even engage him, "until you moved in, no one would talk to me." Nothing wrong with the guy, maybe a lil beer gut, or just another old man who walked with a limp. Well he just retired he smokes, and walks that dog prolly 6-8 times a day, thats all she will let him out. Doc has Alzheimers and he is really fading fast. Since Im really the only one ever talks to him, we would sit in the front of the building for hours with Harley and talking about life. His two sons are Chicago police officers and are always checking on him. They have thanked me many times for pouring into thier father. Probaly 9 months I thought I was noticing a change. He would follow me all over the building, hangout around my door for hours and I would watch him threw my peephole. He would be telling a story about a surgery and then all of sudden start talking about something polar opposites. He started to get really touchy feely, rub my bald head, tickle me and thats when I had to draw the line. These last 3 months I have just avoided him all together, because I was starting to feel real uncomfotable just even leaving my apartment. You can ask my bf here, Katrina can atest we have had some wierd and just plain akward run ins with him.
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