Postcards From the Ruins

I tell you, I've had worse but not by much. If I start thinking bout it I'll get depressed. It's no use anyway. Looking back I mean. Besides there's not a spot of dust in my room. Bright in the morning, cool at night. Funny thing - I've never actually seen her in my room. But I can smell her. It's like a jar of pickles. I don't mind it really. Except that it always makes me hungry for a few bread-n-butter after.

And so now Tony's so-called friends were coming out of the walls and coming over to offer her company. She seems a little flattered by the attention but she assures me that she is devoted to her old man. Also, she understands, that these friends of his are in it for a place to lay, and a belly to lay it down on. She was Tony's action, she tells me, flat out.

I thought about sparing you. I thought about sparing myself and I still might.