Ghosts and Trains and Things She Left Behind
“Are you afraid of ghosts?” he asked me.
“I don’t believe in ghosts,” I said.
Drummer
I did not belong in the bare essential apartment surrounded by all the up and comings. I didn’t belong in a bar when the nights in the hot and humid town pulsed with loneliness. I didn’t belong on the street in the middle of the night walking with a man that nearly drove me mad with sexual desire.