Chapter 1 con’t

Don lives a simple life to some. A small 2 bedroom home, surrounded by other families one on top of another. All winding through the same space, but very much apart. Desire and reality hardly ever meet one another, while necessity and gratification seem to build the foundation. Everyone shares a general problem: dust. The lot out front is unpaved, as well as the roads beyond for that matter. It is a constant reminder of the mismanagement and impotence; appropriately of resident and government alike. Perhaps asphalt is unnecessary, and requires upkeep just to be a reflection of what it was. But it looks good on the next neighborhood over, Don is sure of that. The building is painted a vibrant green. At least at some point it was. And the trim is a nice red. The color is probably Don’s favorite part of the place. A picture on the window sill says so at least. Their faces wild with joy standing in front of the bright, and beautiful home of yesteryears. Alongside him, Tay, and their son. It was hard to not be grinning ear to ear when with Tay. The body took over and his mind could rest in their bliss.

Often the sounds of domestic violence, and fornication seep through the thin walls. If anything the layers of cheap paint and dust help muffle the vividness of it all.

As he exits the bathroom, the hum of the fart fan remains behind him, to rid the previous situation. From here his home is but a hallway to three rooms. The first of which, on his left, is his own. Don often finds him self standing in front of that space as if it was an empty fridge.