Thursday, September 08, 2005

We’re just gonna stay down here and drink at the bar.

I hear the junkies outside whistling as a signal falling on deaf ears. Their man is passed out on his side, sleeping it off, whatever it is. Their banging on the door didn’t stir him any more than my footfalls inches from his head on my way up the stairs. Someone’s gonna get fired.


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