Blame the lanky windows, naked unto the park, for a further diminution of that 70%. Creaking Oak is nothing next to the thunder of hooves pounding down that stairway. Remember the couple, and then the guy alone, in that denuded first floor apartment. It was a year of deep frustration for him. Perhaps it was our deafening footfalls, and his powerlessness to silence us, his weakness in front of our careless, brazen lies, that sent her on her way.

i remember huddling next to that furnace, whenever i was over in the winter. you guys were pretty stingy on the heat.