July 29, 2009
"This place smells like old people," Val said, smiling. My aunt slapped him on the shoulder. Inside the apartment smelled like someone forgot to take out the trash. Boxes lined the wall, as if someone were to move out very soon. A handwritten note in black marker sat on the dining room table, and my aunt commented that that was a good sign. "Call me if you need anything," I said, leaving to go meet Stu for a beer and chat over a hot crush of mine today. Dan simply fried my nerves is all, I lied, tired.