Heidigirl666 wrote:He was laughing, so loud he could be heard above everything else, above the mismatched music, the chatting and flirting and the football on the crackly TV set in the kitchen.
He shouldn't be here, he kept thinking,
feeling from being crushed between writhing bodies
Someone came out of the house behind him, he felt him more than saw him at first, and heard the door click shut, and without a word he sat down on the same step and lit a cigarette.
Pete glanced towards him; it was the man, that man, the laughing one,
smoking in silence in the almost dark
and drank a lot of whisky mixed with marijuana and cigarettes.