Wow, way too much sugar. I should probably get over to the where house now. I can never understand how bras and or panties end up on the sidewalk. Some times people just can’t wait to get home I guess. Of course the abandoned bras across the street from the shut down school do complement each other nicely. Maybe that was one they should have kept open.
Two blocks and one busy street and there’s no sign of that quiet neighborhood Floyd’s is in. Now its just semi deserted streets inhabited mainly by the homeless who have set up camp. Discount office furniture, paint stores, and auto shops take up most of the buildings between here and the slightly nicer shops on MLK and Grand. West of MLK the buildings change into a collection of neglected brick and concrete where houses and storage buildings. Raised loading platforms along second for unloading trucks and the same along first for the trains make up the streetscape here.
Making it through the carnival between the two buildings that make up City Liquidators I can see the where house boss standing on the loading platform. He’s doing what he’s always doing when I come by, standing around smoking and drinking a cup of coffee.
“Hey, did you get those showers I ordered yet?”
“Where checking them in as we speak,” he flicked is cigarette into the street and added, “We do have a working phone here.”
“Yeah I know.”
“Want some coffee?”