`inveterateasshole` [Thread]

I didn't hear him come in, but I could smell him. My male roommate had
moved out about a month earlier, and my female roommate was at work. I
was working at my piece-of-shit 286 computer in the 2nd-floor bedroom of
our shared apartment. But I hadn't typed anything in a while, because I
was tired, just staring at the monochrome screen.

It was the smell of cheap pomade, like *tres flores*, or maybe it was
his aftershave. But the hot day wafted his smell up the narrow stairs to
where I was sitting. There was no one who should have been there who
could have smelled like that. It was cheap, overheated, masculine, and
it was in my apartment.

I unfolded the black lock blade that I always carried back then, set it
next to the keyboard, and said aloud "that's a very interesting cologne
you're wearing," and resumed typing.

I could not understand why my hands weren't shaking.

With a click, I heard him leave. Probably through the front door. I
figure it was one of the apartment handymen, letting himself into what
he thought was an empty apartment for a quick look for something to rob.
The apartment complex was huge, and our building was on the edge,
overlooking a hill, with an empty building between us and the rest of
the complex (the empty building was getting recarpeted that summer).

Or maybe he had come for my roommate.

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