The dude next door

The guy who lives next door to me is no regular guy next door. He's lived there for more than two years and I still can't figure him out.

This dude is mid-50s. He claims to have a pad at Sea Ranch. And yet he rents this piece-o-crap studio next door to me. He doesn't appear to have a job of any sort, and he comes and goes at random. When he is there he doesn't seem to leave his place much, and when I do see him he seems to be in a cloudy haze.

But there's something even more odd about him. Every so often I see him leave a small white envelope out on the table on his porch. And without fail, that small envelope vanishes in just minutes. Well, I saw an envelope on the table again today, so I picked it up and looked at it. It was unsealed so I opened it. Sure enough, it was stuffed with cash. I saw a few 20s, but I didn't examine all the bills. I just put it back on the table. And just as I predicted, a few minutes later it was gone.