Tuesday, August 14, 2012


I knock on the door and my cousin Donna answers . She lets me in and shuts the door . It is the middle of the afternoon but pitch black inside . I remember that Donna is on drugs again and likes it dark . She takes the foam core from the window and I notice she has penned up on the ceiling a huge colorful beach towel of flying birds and butterflies in a jungle .

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