Observation

Living in Dallas for a summer with my best friend Mike, I had an opportunity to live, and pay bills all on my own. We lived on the second story of an apartment complex that had been built in the late sixties. Ten-foot-high chain link fences, to keep non-residents out, or to keep the residents in, surrounded it. The plaster on the outside of the apartment buildings was coated with a thin brown sheet of mud, and the numbers on the doors, that consisted of little more than two sheets of plywood, were falling off. Our apartment was little more than a living room connected to a kitchen, with a window. We shared a bedroom and a bathroom. The walls were opaque yellow, with a tint of green. The apartment overlooked a laundry complex downstairs, and you could usually see the hustle and bustle of everyday life sitting at our one window. Mike always liked to work odd hours, leaving me at the house often alone, watching television.
At ten in the evening, I once again hear noises that resemble mus...