Night Train 12
Days went by. Angela started living in the condemned building. Topside, I mean. We couldn’t have her down below with us, two homeless guys and an underage girl. Even though we weren’t doing anything, if the cops busted us we’d be looking at some serious time. Jack found Angela a mattress, and someone gave her a beat-up chair. People were always giving her things. Everyone adored her. She knocked them out with her red plastic sparkle boots and her slinky faux fur boa. The old guy who owned the... Sign in to see full entry.