Ruckus

Outside someone is either screaming or laughing and I am drinking and wondering "should I get into this mix?" I know I'm going to either disturb some fucking or some murdering. So I start my way down the stairs. 10 beers steers, I'm just following, with fists. Too drunk and the adrenaline drops now. 5th floor, 4th floor, 3rd floor, I need to piss. I hear some knocking on the door that leads to the alley echo up the staircase, banging, really. I'm at the level where the sound pops and mutes. I hear that goddamned squealing and undulating. So I head down the stairs faster now, thinking, just get this shit over with and then run back up the stairs and have another beer and maybe piss or jack off...I get to the landing and throw open the door but I make sure to keep a foot back so the door doesn't shut. There is the noise. A man. No fucking. No rape. No murder. Just a man. Making asshole noises in the night. Fuck. You. He sees me and laughs, then belches. I look around. Is there a dead body? I don't see anything. Just a fucking man that still has the ability to make noise. I walk back into my apartment and grab an empty beer can and piss in it. I don't know why. I'm hovering over the toilet pissing in a beer can while my girlfriend nightmares and punches the pillows next to her that could be me. The cats are attracted to the bathroom light and start rubbing up against my legs and I hiss/whisper "Get away, I don't want to piss on you!" and I turn to the right, the mirror and suddenly the absurdity presents itself but I don't care. The sky starts to brighten and I realize that I'm no longer pissing into a beer can, I am just holding my cock, hovering it above some aluminum vessel. I pour my piss out of the can into the toilet and then feed the cats. I sit on the couch and consider turning on the television to hear some noise, to get that laughter or cackling of that "man" out of my head. I don't. I shut my eyes and I see him. Bones with a sheet of thin skin stretched around...laughter or just noise like a pastry chef serving tarantula cunt a la mode. When the sun comes up, I go to the medicine cabinet and prepare my sleep cocktail. I like to wait until the sky lights up to fall asleep. I don't want to miss the bile that flows in the night. I can deal without the stock reports and crowds of the day...