The train whistles echo through the concrete valley into my open window. I'm trying to air out the place, after winter months of funk building up you can feel it on your skin.
The last time I left the window open while I went to bed I woke up with a toothless, loose skinned girl on my couch.
She was nice for a few days, and knew how to pay her way, until I came home from work with my television missing and a turd floating in my fish tank.
Some say I'm crazy, but I really miss that girl.
