Dé Luain, Deireadh Fómhair 25, 2010
That I took shelter with some stock character immigrants/street urchins. They lied in a tiny hidden space taking up the rear five feet of a Home Depot sorta place. The stairway to their apartment, such as it was, was more of a carpeted ladder in a chimney. There was a woman with five kids and three brown boys with the voices of middle-aged men. Lots of rats. Women knitting spider webs and humming tuneless tunes. I was told to come back whenever I like, whenever I was in trouble. Baby carriages at random spots on the floor making it hard to walk.