Leave Home (1977)

[subtle_as_glass]

There’s something about January. Everyone is selling everything. Christmas gifts they don’t want and can’t exchange, or they suddenly discover they didn’t like that impulsive buy after all, or their credit card bills are crushing them and they need cash from something

Comments

[asphalt_skin]

Dude. Cats. Once the cats come, so does pestilence.

It's the plagues.

[subtle_as_glass]

I'm thinking more, when the cats come the rats leave which is kinda nice.

But it's really the whailing through the night that gets me. Sounds more like hell than plagues.

[asphalt_skin]

I'm thinking target practice.

[subtle_as_glass]

I think you're on to something. Just try to avoid hitting my brothers and my staff, I kinda need them uninjured.

[cursing_melody]

I sincerely hope there aren't any cats around - they're little shitstirrers.

[subtle_as_glass]

They're cute enough, but I have enough trouble sleeping without them adding to the cacophony of the nights around here

[supine_sky]

I could lay awake to this kind of music for hours on end.

[subtle_as_glass]

Pretty good, eh? I'm a fan. I can lend you some albums if you want.

[supine_sky]

A-aa. Yeah, sure...it's good, I'd be interested. If you want to take them to work with you, I could hit two birds with one stone and pick up some headphones.

[subtle_as_glass]

...you live across the hall from me. You really don't need to walk all the way to the Exchange for some cds. But I suppose if you really want to, you might as well walk with me when I head in tomorrow.