Post by Edward Reed on Jun 8, 2009 2:21:42 GMT -8
September 1st, 1978
Midnight. The South Bronx subway screams past me one last time and the howling beasts of the vile and of the wretched do not subside. They come out like cockroaches when the sun sinks and spread their filth and decay. Not even the cold nights are a influential foe against the arbitrary. Julie’s has proven to be a lucrative house of whores. Ragged and broken, they do not see until it is too late. They siphon and dispose of the innocent and corrupt the many. The smell of fires draw the depraved like moths, they cannot stop. It has been wired into them from birth of the irresponsible. This city is dying and I am it’s lifeline. Too much for one but to give up would be the cowardice bend of a fool’s spine. The air is stale and the shadows are creeping within. Need to talk to Julie, she has answers. Answers for everything she has done. Cannot be forgiven. She will be judged for her weaknesses. Midnight. Time to go.
