• The orange spray paint cans tangled. Alone…Abandoned The drip of the pain was so antagonizing. drip.drip.drip. The gang had tagged another building. drip.drip.drip. The cans so manhandled. Drip.drip.drip. Dents in the cans. Empty useless cans. Drip.drip.drip. They stained there orange paint on the rock hard building. DRIP.DRIP.DRIP.
    Traveling up the buiding was a pathetic apartment, one room shared with ten other people. The smell of susie’s leftovers, a moldy salad left on a paint cracked porcelain plate, left on the window sill…
    Ripped upholstery, covered scratches on the couch, so hungry eating itself away. Rats covered a good part of the couch. Squeak, Squeak. Rats scraggly hair, covered in sewage water. The aroma was not pleasant, there was a good chance that the rats were rabid.
    A chewed on pencil, on the ground, ’children’s poetry’; unknown cause of writers block. The shark infested waters. The eraser black and hard, from so many mistakes, the tip broke had no use now, just like the house.
    A man walked in wearing a plate on his head, just like any other crazy nutcase that lived here. His leather boots worn down and torn in parts, His jeans faded blue, working gloves…who cares? Black suspenders, plaid long sleeve T-shirt turned inside out. An unshaved black beard.
    His boots skidded across the floor, messing up the fresh floor wax. It was beautiful now ruined. Candles burned in the flickering hot flame that filled the room. He walked over to the radio and turned it on. He took off his boots with no socks. Bad mistake…