The stairwell was dark and smelly; in fact, it was scary and smelled like piss and dirty bodies, and maybe even straight up ass. All the things that went on there, crack heads smoking and tricking for drugs or money to buy them, dope fiends shooting up and using the dope fiend yoke on anybody they could to acquire the next fix, and then the people pissing and leaving bags of garbage in the stairwell combined to produced a darkness that the newest and brightest light bulbs Read More
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Gun Towers On My Walls 