It started off as a lark. You see, we had this neighbor Bill.

Bill’s courtyard balcony looked directly inside my bedroom window. At all hours of the day and night, Bill could be found on his balcony, smoking a cigarette as he stared idly into my bedroom.

Sure, you could claim it was all an innocent misunderstanding. After all, Bill didn’t position his own balcony. Maybe it only seemed like he was looking in my window.

But no. Any hope of that being the case was eradicated the night Bill smiled and waved when I walked into my room after a shower.

One night as Bill sat on his balcony watching my roommate Aubrey and I watch TV, Aubrey joked that we should finally give good ol’ Bill what he’s looking for.

Nodding, I fisted my shirt in my hands, figuring my... Read More