Shithole Night

Outside, beneath the window to this room that I sit in, lays a man. He's passed out drunk. A few days ago I saw him passed out beneath the Coors Light billboard on Ashland. The sign said "Frio!" and a finger pointed to a couple of blue mountains on a beer bottle label. Who fucking cares. There's a garage on the other side of the alley of this building. All day and night that fucking door opens and car pulls in and out. I've walked all around that property and have never seen anyone, not even the driver of that vehicle that goes in and out. So all I can imagine is a car with a new dead body. And in the basement of the house across the alley, is a man or a woman, hacking up a body, fucking it and eating it. Well, maybe not hacking it up. But definitely fucking it and eating it. I'm not bored. I should either be sleeping or working on homework. Instead, I am drinking. I'll have one more, make it an even 13 beers.