I've talked at length about some of the weirdo ex-cons that live at Thrifthaven, I have neglected to mention the weirdo not-ex-con that has been living there for quite a while now. Now, I could be wrong: she could be an ex-con, too.

A heavy-set fourty-something year old woman used to live on the west side of the building in between Yale and Stoner before Yale moved downstairs and Stoner moved in with his girlfriend. She and Stoner butted heads often as instead of calling Stoner or the apartment management whenever she felt Stoner's music was too loud, she took to just calling the police. This all did not go over well with Stoner's Parole Officer.

Yale had his own problem: her odor. Yale was never able to explain exactly why it was her apartment smelled so bad or even what it smelled like, but he would quite literally made him throw up on more than one occasion because she left her window open as he walked by. The smell was that bad.

Since then she's moved downstairs across the way from me. Though I've never seen it, my former neighbor Rey claims that she walks around in the nude in the morning - with the window blinds open. I'd ask why he noticed but, unfortunately, I know that she rarely wears a bra. It's hard to miss.

She keeps a flood light in her apartment by the window, aimed outward. Her apartment is adorned with Christian everything, yet the only thing of God's creations she seems to care for are cats. She feeds the strays regularly, assuring that they will never stop hanging around our apartment.

But the weirdest thing is that she will periodically pretend that she's blind. though 90% of the time she operates the same way that we all do, every now and again she will wear the sunglasses and carry a blind person's walking stick.

At first I wondered if she might have bouts of temporary blindness, but I can see her looking at things as she swooshes the poking stick around.