He used to climb apartment buildings, sneak into suites and terrorize young vulnerable women who should have been safe in bed. He liked it. He was good at it. His name, like him, doesn’t matter, when he finished his jail sentence he moved to my city to live a normal average rehabilitated life.

I doubt he’s changed all that much. He’s just a guy who doesn’t want to get caught.

He looks older now. Older than the photos you’ll see of him if you google his name. Perhaps ironically, he appears very feminine.

He’s usually wearing skinny jeans with bright plastic diamond studs on them, the kind of thing you’d see a foolish teenage girl wear because she thought it was cool and she doesn’t have anyone in her life who cares about her enough to tell her when her ideas and reality aren’t in sync.

His hair is unusually poofy. It’s alarming. It’s how you know it’s him you’re looking at. If he wanted to blend in he should have shaved that native-fro off.

If you immersed Buffy Sainte-Marie in water for a few weeks, then electrocuted her, she’d look almost like him.

He’s on the other side of the sliding library door when it opens and he doesn’t know that I know who he is. He’s all smiles as we almost bump into each other.

“Sorry!” He says happily.

I’m not that tall but I tower over him. Knowing he’s a piece of shit makes him look even smaller than he is, because he is.

“Are you?” I say, locking eyes with him.

He’s nervous now. He wasn’t expecting today. But today always comes.

“Yeah, Sorry.” He looks at me shyly now. This must be the nervousness and fear that he likes so much.

I shake my head slowly. “No, no you’re not.”

He doesn’t disagree. He adjusts to one side, maybe to get past. I adjust the same. He does it again. So do I.

“Oh,” I say, surprised, “I guess I’m sorry!” He freezes. I step to one side and wave him through the door like I’m Vanna White. “Please, by all means, after you.”

He passes me and speed walks off to wherever it is creatures like him crawl into and dwell, dark places, cold places, lonely, greasy places, just like their souls.

I walk into the library, I’m all smiles. The staff have watched the entire thing and look at me like I’m some of kind of unhinged maniac. Maybe I am.

“Know who that is?” I ask them.

“Uhhh no.” One of them replies.

Very happily, I tell them. I even tell them to google him.

I return the children’s books and go to look for more.

Today always comes, tomorrow does too.