**(Same as before, be kind and give me constructive feedback and criticism)**
“He’s doing it again…” grunted the large potbellied man. The voice belonged to a rather uncongenial war vet that was my neighbor for the past 5 years. Ever since he moved in, I was harassed on an almost daily basis for the most minute things. Things like, lights on at night, smells of exotic cooking and the sounds of music coming from the walls. Those were just the small things. “Evening Mr Meacham. How can i help?” I looked up at him, maintaining my politeness. He was rather bulky, either by genetics, or years of training in the Army and he had rather rough, pockmarked skin. Either by his time in Vietnam or perhaps a rough childhood. There were mini scars that looked like they were from knives, scarring his face and a rather large nose. A nose pointed directly at my direction as he practically dwarfed me. As an Asian, I was of average size, but compared to him, i was petite. A thought that made my abdomen tighten.