I can't seem to fix all the windows, every time I fix one, they come back and break another. Like zombies in a bad movie, never ending, except unlike zombies they wanna talk and taunt. It's not my ground floor apartment, it's my ex-wife's, she's not home. My worry in fixing the windows is her safety, I have guilt. Eventually she comes home and says," oh don't worry about it." She gets into bed and three of them bust through the window, I chase them out the window and between some buildings, a bat hits me in the mouth. My mouth is now full of blood and teeth and I make my way down the street in an amalgamation of every shit hole part of a city I've ever been in. I hold my ribs, one is broken sticking out, blood shining slick, black in the street lights, my father approaches. I'm uncomfortable, I don't want to talk to him, but the look on his face when he asks if he can help makes me feel bad and I give in. We go to a store front, it looks like an old lady's curio shop, we have to crawl in through a small window. He's embarrassed as we crawl through and explains that it's owned by an old Japanese woman and he's like the night security guard in exchange for sleeping there. Everything is pale pink and beige, I'm trying very hard to be careful and not get blood on anything, not to ruin the illusion of the decor. The embarrassment in my fathers voice as he rambles on is like a wall of sound I want to silence. I see a back door and walk towards it, as I reach for the handle it pops open and a woman is standing there,looks like Pam Grier, her hands hold my face as she gives me a long firm kiss and I can hear her voice in my head, " it's alright, it's alright."
I wake 4:51am, it all makes sense to me but I feel a little shaken. The dogs and I go outside and have a smoke. I need some soul floss.
