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On a cool evening in August about
dusk. My granddaughter and her
friend left for a wlak in the
neighborhood.We had just turned
the outside light on, to light up
the front of the house. I told
them. never walk alone, your always
more safe in a group.

The deranged one came from the
family room in his underware, looking
for her. He asked where is she going?
I said for a walk. He ran outside
stood under the light in his underwear
looking for her. He wanted her back in
the house, but they had already left
the street.

Once the deranged one saw our grand-
daughter and a little boy walking
down the street after school in the
afternoon. He jumped in my car and took
out after them. Ran them down, made her
get in the car, told the boy he was going
to call the police on him.

We were sitting on the patio one afternoon.
the boy from next door was walking down the
fence line on his side. The deranged one
thought the boy was going to cut through
our front yard. No one is allowed to walk on
the lawn. He jumped up ran through the garage
and was waiting for the boy when he got to the
front of the house. However the boy did not
step on the deranged ones grass.

He cuts the lights off, the AC off trying to
save a penny on the electric bill. Yet he eats
six to eight times a day. I said cut down on
the food bill. He got real upset.

(c) copyright heather burns 2009