although a simpler life seems fine when i daydream i'd probably end up getting a rash

i'd say that it was about five minutes after i got out of bed that it happened. there was a feeling in the air that wasn't the thick humidity. from somewhere in the hall there was a real guttural scream. the kind you have to open your mouth all the way to let it out or it can fuck up your face for ever. but it sounded like it hurt the asshole, like he never knew it was coming. 

seconds after there was this loud crash. i imagined a huge block of grey concrete falling from the sky and landing on the metal stairs outside my apartment. it was so loud i actually got up from sitting on the couch (staring at nothing) with the idea of going to see if whoever was out there was alright. maybe it was the shock and reverberations from the commotion but it turned me into someone i'm not. 

about three feet from the door i gave up. i came to my senses. it didn't concern me. this is the city. everyone fucks their neighbours. 

when i went out to get some bread for my breakfast there was a policeman standing at the bottom of the stairs. he was casually chatting on his cell phone. like this was exactly where he was supposed to be. at the bottom of this stair case at this time. and i was supposed to be walking down. and we were supposed to give each other shit eyes as i walked by. 

when i came back the police were in the apartment below mine sawing the drywall and cracking concrete. they were searching for something. so it wasn't a block of cement falling. it was the sound of a steel door being broken down at eight thirty in the morning. a blonde police woman said bon matin to me. i looked away and kept my mouth shut.