Neighbourhood F*ing Watch: The Sequel

Every point, unfortunately, has a counterpoint

If you’ve been around for a while, you may have read about the summer I turned 18. I was living in Somewhere-Small-and-Desolate, Canada, and convinced myself I was being followed. I wasn’t. My schedule just happened to align with the daily drives of a lonely old man. I worried about him for over a month before we became friendly, and then I felt like an…