Part Two: the Sequel

So

I'm pretty sure I just met a drunk and/or high man as I was walking home from school today. That was pretty spooky.

So I was walking home, everything was chill, when I see this guy walking... Drunkenly? Like, he was walking really slow and staggering a little bit, and he couldn't seem to walk in a straight line.

Anyway, he was walking toward me, and I was getting a little nervous because I didn't know who he was or if he was actually drunk or dangerous or anything, so I'm trying to get as far as I can from this guys side of the road.

I keep walking, trying not to pay the guy any attention, when he starts walking toward me. I was really fricking nervous, y'all. I didn't know what he wanted.

So he walks toward me until he's in the middle of the road, stops, and points at the house on the corner of the street. He then mumbles some incoherent mess of words. Like, it sounded like he dropped a bunch if Scrabble tiles and then tried to read what they said. I just cautiously laugh and agree with whatever the frick he said. He then looks me dead in the eye (or I assume he did; he was wearing some really fricking weird sunglasses) and says "have a good night, ma'am." I nod slowly and walk really fricking fast away from the guy, turning to see what he's doing once I've got a little distance. He was just walking down the road. Away from me, thankfully.

I don't even know why he freaked me out so much. There was just something weird about him. Hey, you can never be too safe, right?