Cue the lights and the sound of a coffee pot finishing off its brew. The sleepy little Queens apartment was the same as it had always been, a cluttered mess and smelling lightly of cigarettes. Since entering, I had sat on the edge of the recliner’s
4th wall breakage (2)
“So… you’ve sorta directed me along the way,
or something like that, you said..?”
“That’s right, more or less.
Wherever you’ve gone, I had Some say to it.
At least in more recent years.”
“So my apartment, even?”
“Yeah, I picked that out.
