Night Train 17
It started out with wanting to take a bath, the three of us. It had been weeks for me and months or maybe even years for Jack, and for Angela who knows. I had my own signature stench. They say a woodchuck always smells his own hole first, but the truth is you’re not aware of your own stink. It’s part of you, you’re immersed in it, just like a fish is immersed in water. Jack, for example, had a signature stench. By that I mean an aroma that pertained to Jack and to nobody else. You walk down the... Sign in to see full entry.