Naked Neighborhood

So you look at this sketch and you say to yourself, "What did she do, stand in front of the guy's door and memorize every detail, down to the little corn pad on his foot?"

No. I made up the corn pad.

And actually, the text on the page here is an abbreviation of the story. The first time I saw my naked neighbor was about two weeks ago. His dog was tied up out front when Pearl and I were walking by, and started barking like crazy. Startled, I looked to my right, saw the dog -- then saw his naked owner stand up from a chair parked right in front of the (again, OPEN) front door. He didn't come to the door, but instead went to his picture window and peer out at me from behind the curtain.

I had all but forgotten the event this weekend when, again on a dog walk, we passed the house and Pearl started looking all interested. I had a brief recollection of there being a loud dog, so I quickly looked up and saw not the four-legged beast but the, well, three-legged one, if you catch my drift. This time he didn't bother going to the window.

Truthfully, I'm not sure how well I did on the facial likeness of the man. Both times I saw him, I quickly looked away, because I was afraid to be caught seeing him. (What's up with that, anyway?) But I definitely captured the general shape of his body.