Through the Window
There is only one window for me to look out of during the day and this is what I see:
A fence, trains and homeless people looking for a place to sleep or sit and be left alone
We’re below the street here.
You can’t see much but you can hear a lot: cars, buses, sirens, people yelling.
Something about this hole in the ground brings out the devil in people.
One summer a woman stood on the railing above the tracks, she was high. She was screaming she wanted to jump.
And from below some construction guys who were parking down here yelled back up at her, ” Jump Baby! Jump!”
They were laughing.
I left my place at the window, opened the door and yelled that the tow trucks were coming so they needed to get their free loading asses and their piece of !#@ cars out of here.
Towing is a very real thing around here- the trucks used to circle the streets like sharks waiting for people to screw up and before you know it- Hey Presto you’re at an impound lot with your checkbook or credit card out and paying through the nose.
I looked up and the woman was off the railing. I think she had passed out on the sidewalk.
Then the aide cars came.
All of that happened one Summer years and even though the entire incident only took a few minutes from start to finish:
I think about it a lot.
I do everytime I look out that window.