I live in a portal city. By that I mean it’s a portal to hell. My brother Tim and I are the only humans left. Everyone else has become…other. The people across the street have four adult daughters. They’re like the Kardashians, except morbidly obese. The mother must be fused to the sofa by now….
I live in a portal to hell
January 2, 2015
After twenty years here, I can say without fear of contradiction that my city is a portal to hell. There’s always hip-hop music playing (Doom! Doom-doom! Doom! Doom-doom!), car alarms going off, cars crashing, fireworks exploding, dogs barking, and people shouting unintelligible phrases over over. “Byoo drawer deh! Byoo drawer deh! Byoo drawer deh! Byoo…