I had seen him only during the night. For whatever reason this was the only time he felt comfortable to come out. He had a most peculiar appearance as he stalked the streets at night. He wore a patch over his left eye and he only dressed in black, but the most unusual part of his attire was his cape. I remember seeing him on many nights when it was windy and he would stand facing the wind and let his cape ripple in the breeze. Other times he would stand there for an hour and feel the sensation of the wind across his face. Maybe he was a superhero and went out at night to rid the world of criminals? This was just a guess on my part. In reality he was likely just a loony who was trying too hard to be eccentric.
On one occasion I saw him arrive late on a bus. The bus came to a stop and I could see him sitting at the back. The bus doors opened but nobody initially came out and then just as the bus doors were about to close the man with the eye patch and cape dashed for the door and just as he had one foot off the bus, the door closed and trapped him. The bus started to drive away. He screamed at the top of his lungs, but the bus didn't stop. He cape ripped in half and he fell to the pavement. He got up and walked home in a partial cape. I laughed my ass off.
When he walked the streets it was usually at random times. I would see him three nights in a row and then not see him for weeks. There were also many times that he would be talking to the cops. Maybe he was working undercover? His character of a weirdo wandering the streets would have been a perfect cover. Other times I would see him hiding in the bushes or he would suddenly walk out from behind a tree for God knows what reason.
About a month ago I had seen him several times walking with a briefcase. Then one night I was waiting for a bus and he approached me and we struck up a conversation. He babbled about how he was working in the intelligence division for the military on top secret cases. He opened his briefcase and showed me some documents that were marked, "Top Secret." I didn't know what to think but if these documents were so top secret then why was he telling me about them. I bumped into him on several other occasions and he seemed to grow agitated with seeing me around.
One night he followed me and snuck up behind me at the bus stop and whispered in my ear, "Are you a spy?"
Several days later he accused me of being an agent for Vladimir Putin. I began to distance myself from him but one day I decided to follow him home. Through the streets I followed him as I watched his cape flapping in front of me. We had walked about thirty minutes when he walked into a mental hospital. I watched him through a window as he entered a room on the lower level and took off his cape and eye patch. He then sat in front of the television and watched reruns of Sesame Street.