breaking glass on broadway
Bobby was waiting at his window, looking out on Broadway and shouting at me. I couldn't make out what he was saying because of all the traffic and sirens and staccato. I pushed the glass door past the lock and ran up the stairs. Bobby was waiting in his room with a sink, the room with a sink next to my room with a sink. Bobby lives in door 20 and I live in 22.
“Bea, I don't know what happened to that guy in 14 and Arash has been asking about him for a month. You better get on that..” Bobby was drinking a bottle of Miller High Life, it was 9:something in the morning and had just opened mine. I didn't say anything to Bobby. We always did this. We both love looting. We love finding large glass items and throwing them out of my window on to Broadway to hear them smash from three stories above.
I popped the lock on apartment 14 and pushed the door through. There was a twin-sized mattress thrown upside down, pennies all over the floor, used needles, orange caps, a spoon with soot on the back, a coffee maker full of mold, an Alcoholics Anonymous Big Book opened and disheveled by the window and a piss smelling glass cage with a dead rodent inside, laying next to an empty water dispenser.
I grabbed the moldy coffee pot and the glass rodent cage. I went to the trash room and poured out the rodent and all of it's piss smelling shavings. I ran back up to Bobby and showed him the two glass items I had found. The sound of glass breaking brings Bobby and I to a complete state of ecstasy when we are loaded.
“Bea, I don't know what happened to that guy in 14 and Arash has been asking about him for a month. You better get on that..” Bobby was drinking a bottle of Miller High Life, it was 9:something in the morning and had just opened mine. I didn't say anything to Bobby. We always did this. We both love looting. We love finding large glass items and throwing them out of my window on to Broadway to hear them smash from three stories above.
I popped the lock on apartment 14 and pushed the door through. There was a twin-sized mattress thrown upside down, pennies all over the floor, used needles, orange caps, a spoon with soot on the back, a coffee maker full of mold, an Alcoholics Anonymous Big Book opened and disheveled by the window and a piss smelling glass cage with a dead rodent inside, laying next to an empty water dispenser.
I grabbed the moldy coffee pot and the glass rodent cage. I went to the trash room and poured out the rodent and all of it's piss smelling shavings. I ran back up to Bobby and showed him the two glass items I had found. The sound of glass breaking brings Bobby and I to a complete state of ecstasy when we are loaded.