BIG STAR: Jesus Christ
After a beer or so on the fire escape, Lana and I retreated to the living room where she casually told me that she saw a dude across the way from us—sitting in the darkness, his existence evident only by cigarette embers. She told me this after I mentioned a paranoia of the darkened (and not) windows stacked so close together.
So. I am buying an extra thick curtain tomorrow.