  My own creepy version of a streetwalker living a couple of doors down. Icky looking woman with stringy hair and weak chin, pathetic enough to make you want to just hit her repeatedly and get it over with. Every morning she walks the neighbourhood, hunched forward, her saggy but in flattering sweatpants and this wasted looking grey and teal ball cap that no one ever told her how to wear properly.
It wouldnt bother me so much if she had a little social conditioning to where she realised how fucking tacky it is to look in peoples windows as you pass by. Like, Im not a fan of wearing clothes to bed, so when I leave the sheets behind to check my email in the AM, I dont bother to hide the goods.
Call it a rush. Brisk air, messy hair I look dyno-mite. Maybe she gets a kick out of it. Maybe if you look like that you wonder what could have been if you were born with better genes and took care of yourself. You want a visual of this woman? Try the landlady in Kingpin, add a few pounds and a few years. One day Ill go on my mercy killing spree and make her house my first stop. Since its close by and all. 
