but it was in this place…
the apartment on the top floor…
where i first began to glimpse the depths of human depravity…
like the night the girl…the girl in the blue skirt and and white sailor cap…the girl who was fucking a friend of mine…came from a party and…propped her ass on the window sill in my living room…lifted her skirt…and asked me if i wanted some…
then there was the week the european women invaded…german…and french…and showed me how the body can be a playground…
that was the beginning…
now that it’s being torn down…it’s not an ending…because life goes on…and because…depravity is so much more fun with a woman i love and respect…
my life began long before i lived here…
