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Grey Green Gospel: Building Tales
A knock..
T, a fit, sharp, and terribly drunk and stoned man in his 50's is standing there when I open the door. "You want to have a cold beer and get high? T slurs and then asks "Oh, and have you met your neighbor B? No, I say. "Well, you wanna meet her now?" Sure, I say. So we take the ten steps to the door. T knocks, B opens, and we are rushed into the apartment. B is 40ish, or 50ish, not sure really and she is blond, sensual, and terribly foward. An angry black man, we will call him, U, sat boiling at the corner of the top of her bed, near the pillows. He never got up when we came in or when we left. His eyes were heavy with rage but he was polite. He shakily took my hand, knowing she would soon sweep me away. B insisted I come see the view in the kitchen. I did not come out on the fire escape but I looked out with B on her command. She pressed her body heavily into mine. I looked out the window and pulled away from her a bit. "So many stories" B said. That woman that lives down there in that yellow house, she wouldn't allow the city to push her out so they built around her. She stood her ground.Everybody has stories." She came in slowly and rushed me again. She pressed into me and said " You've got to see this picture of my daughter"
She's pretty, I say. "She just joined the air force" "What do you do again?" She asked me the fourth time, slurring herself. A floral designer I say. "You know you could start a business, you could get all sorts of good loans, there are so many small business loans available now. You could start your own florist, open a restaurant. Anything, or you could grow your hair long and become a woman. I look at T,as I put my hand on the door. "You ready to go, man?" T is reading my face. A few more pleasantries ensue. She asks me again where I live. T and I get in the elevator and T says, "yeah I fucked her"
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