the sound of the rodents in the walls drowned out by the upstairs apartment emptying from the second floor window

we’re getting outta this dump baby

the next spot is going to be awesome

the neighbor on the other side of the porch holds his head in one hand and in the other an ice cream scoop

What about my customers?

That lady probably thought she struck a goldmine when her old friend died

two dumpsters later and the dust is rising

Nothing is ever what it seems…