I step across the sticky floor the door slides shut, air glide through my nose, Unwashed bodies and stale cigarettes, my muscles react to movement with balance. The scent reminds me of old ladies, and my uncle bill. Why is ugly tile so pervasive not that the carpet is so much better, but I only realize that when I reach my destination, Ding! [(Shudder)] I grab the door handle, it wiggles, but nothing useful is accomplished luckily they know I'm coming, a muffled thump occurs, the lock throws back with a serious of complicated clicks, I'm in.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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