The Fake Gas Guy

My name is Shen and I live in a bad neighborhood with two random guys casing the house one of which was clearly not right in the head. The way he stared at me from under dark shadows of his hood was almost inhuman. After what felt like a small eternity but what had to have been only several seconds of the staring contest he looked away slowly and nonchalantly made his way down the street to catch up with the fake gas guy. When confronted with these questions they took plea deals in exchange for confessions. One with the knives got his parole revoked and found himself back in jail with an extra couple of years tacked on to his original sentence. But before he ever even noticed my entire