Hey there, folks!

As you probably know, I moved to a new apartment last september. Now, I have to say that, being a big and old place some of the weird stuff that I've seen or heard could just be my imagination, but I wouldn't be too sure. Please allow me to explain.

The first thing that came to my mind when I looked to my bedroom's window was a deja vu of the view of "The Rear Window" (I tell you, all is missing is a couple sleeping in the balcony). Some time later, when my mom checks out the view, she thinks of "The Birds". The reason? There's like a million of doves that like to sit on those balconies (sp?)...

Wanna hear some weird stuff? One of my neighbors plays tennis every saturday afternoon... I think. I mean, when he returns he isn't sweated nor has his hair wet from a shower. But the weirdest thing about that guy happened a couple weeks ago: I usually finish working between 10 and 11 pm, after that, I take a shot of whiskey and smoke a cigarette looking at the (desert) streets at night. Now, again, a couple weeks ago, I finished working a bit later (say 11:30 pm) and I see this guy stop his car in the middle of the street. Goes to the passanger side, pics up a bottle of water from the seat with an effort that seemed unreal (it looked as if it weighted like 20 pounds), goes walking through the street for what it seemed like a couple blocks and then comes back again, heavy bottle included. I thought "well, he must have gone to the fuel station that's a block away and got some distilled water" It surprised me that he actually walked there instead of going with his car but what the Hell? And then he surprises me again: He gets another heavy bottle from his car and goes walking back again. WTF?! Though I was tempted to keep watching, my stomach won that round and I just went to make myself some dinner.

Another late night weirdness happened a night I was wrapping up a story. Throughout the entire summer, I had people living in the apartment next to my kitchen/studio, but after Easter they left. Nothing happened till that night I was talking about, say, 2-3 weeks after Easter. It was like 4 am and, during a smoke break, I looked to my left and notice the curtain open, but no lights are turned on. I just guessed that they might have arrived sometime during the day and were out at the moment. Next morning (actually, it was more like noon), I wake up look at that window again and... the curtains are closed. "Well, they probably overslept", I thought. For a week, nothing changed, then one day, yep, you guessed it: The curtains were up again. And they have been ever since. The weird thing's that nobody's living there (if they do, they're the most silent people I always knew. Oh, and they never turn the lights on...). We're 4 blocks away from the beach and on one of the main streets, whenever they return, I pity whoever has to clean the windows, assuming they're still there when they return.

And there's even more stuff: The people above my bedroom move their furniture around every single day at 8 am (but I'm usually too drunk to care), the ones that close their business at noon and remain inside them till they open at 5 pm, the fact that I only had to pay the electricity bill once since I got here (thank God! ), the fact that I only had the actual phone bill delivered once (though I still had to pay the ones I didn't get ), the guy who goes in his bike from bar to bar doing... nothing, I gues, and even more I don't remember right now...

Oh, and I'm sure people probably think that the weirdest thing of all is the comicbook artist who works pretty much the whole day banging his head to heavy metal music being played so loud you can actually listen to it in the street

Now, about my professional life, I'm still working on the Untitled Western. Pages are coming out slower than usual, but I'm using reference for pretty much every single thing, so that was bound to happen. I'm also doing sample pages and other stuff and (in case you were wondering), I'm still looking for a new project, so please let me know if you have something on your mind.

About my personal life, everything's still the same (things tend to remain the same when you're poor). Oh, and I get to eat this month thanks to: . Thanks again, Ryan!

And thanks to you for reading!