April 2008
1 post
My Account
A week ago Anna and I checked into the Fane Hotel in Harlem as our apartment was being fumigated and was generally unlivable. The room we got was shabby and, from what I could gather, covered in blood stains. Naturally, this didn’t bother me in the least as I had grown accustomed to blood and seamen stains during my time spent in juvenile hall, but Anna didn’t care for it. She demanded the...