He steps slowly out of the subway. The first drop of a night’s soaking rain skips off an awning and smacks him right between the eyes. It runs the creases of his face down to his mouth. He tastes, swallows.

Deep breath. He wonders about the rain. It’s loaded with chemicals, saturated with death and decay. Yet it tastes so sweet, it falls into our pores. He thinks that the rain, with its chemicals and liquid rot, has become a part of us. We are the residue of this world, the waste along the rim. (more…)

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPP!

“He’s at it again. Jesus.”

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPP!  CRACK!

“John, leave it alone, will ya?”

Crrrrrrraaaaaaaaackkkkkkkk.

“They don’t know what that means. That’s a scare tactic that’s been used forever, man. These things don’t get scared. They can’t get scared.” (more…)