Well you know I did have a stalker one time. He slept in the bush out front of my house and hid in my cupboards. He would call me from the bush and I swear one time he had pizza delivered there.

It was scary, but it was also interesting to me that this dude wanted to sleep in my bush. I had never in my life had anyone wanna be around me that often. Flattering really.

He was like a built in guard dog. My home was protected from any other kind of crazy. I mean really would you try to rob a house that had a dude living in the bush out front? Nope I didn't think so.

One day I a woke and the bush was empty. There was no scary guy in the cupboards. I was very offended "What the hell I am not good enough to be stalked? Your just going to give up? You think you can just leave and everything will just go on as normal?”

He obviously did not know who he was messing with. I started driving by his house, living in his attic, calling him and hanging up ever 20 minutes. Until he got the restraining order, then I realized it was over. Well after the one night in jail then I knew it was over!