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Twilight Time
Behind Every Window
So many things I never thought about when I had a job and an apartment and a girlfriend and a dog. Things like, well look at all the windows up and down this street.
Just think about it for a sec.
Behind every one of those windows there are people doing things to each other. Talking, not talking. Listening, not listening. Fighting, not fighting. Sleeping. Fucking. Crying. Doing dishes. Throwing up. Showering. Ignoring the telephone. Watching TV. Reading. Looking out the window.
No one walking past me even notices all those windows. But to me, each window is a portal. Behind each one things are happening. A million rooms and each one smells different. Ever notice how other people’s homes smell? They think that when they come to your place but you don’t even notice it. From where I sit now, on this bench across from that massive housing complex, now I find myself noticing many things. I reach for my rum.
Milly knew Danny’s friends all thought she was a bitch. What did they know? After he came home, fired from another job and reeking of rum, she was about ready to call it quits. Then he hit her.
As a kid, Milly watched her father beat the living crap out of her mother every time he got drunk. No man was going to do that to her.
