Upper floor city apartments with wood floors and outdated linoleum kitchen floors. A futon on the bedroom floor and ashtrays, coffee cups and a french press on the coffee table. Porcelain sinks and a claw foot tub. Rows and rows of albums in the living room next to the stereo. No TV. Old scratchy couch and mismatched chairs. Chalky walls and yellowed light in the middle of the night. Music. More than anything else...music.
_________________ Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(. One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB. " Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go. My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!