Trouble Towers
(light street, southern paradise)

mother fucker.

cracking ceiling, waters leaking through.

Bastard.

The Bastard is back at it again. He's pounding his floor, cracking my ceiling. I heard the bath water over flowing...knew it was time again. He's flooded his apartment twice this month. I've got every pan under the cracks. The dripping is like a metronome tapping out my miserable life's rythym.

"I've got a cat to feed! Bastard"

It's okay. Sorry. Sorry.

I'm neal.

Come in. I've got some tea brewing. Hang your hat. Sit.

Watch out for the wet floor. Don't slip. It's just a bit off today.
I'm just a bit off today.

Welcome to Trouble Towers.

It's all in a name aint it?