he’d stay-up all night…playing video-games…watching pornography…plotting wars…

used to see him ’round 3…stumbling to the toilet…tissue in one hand… Pabst… the other…

didn’t talk…quiet fellow…a real Gary Cooper type…had his reasons…nothing exposed…better-off that way…

and gunshots were heard after midnight…cop cars racing from time to time…trains whailing…

nothin’ from him…not his voice…just a television set running 24 hours a day…moaning women…soldiers letting off steam…a blue-light flickering in darkness under door #2…

this was his life…

his…