As I sit wondering on in that night where nothing really important came about, I heard sirens outside my crappy apartment. Ah, the city is so alive. It is so scummy outside on the the street I live on. 2;30 a.m. Damn! I can't sleep again. So I lie awake looking at the clock on the wall. The room is dark and silent except for the ticking of the old clock I purchased a while back at some shitty flea market a couple of years ago. The packet a marlboro red 100's by my bead. Red white with that black writing on the packet of cigarettes I have been using, So many nights laying awake with a lit cigarette in my right hand, I stare at the ****ing clock on the wall of my shitty one bedroom apartment. I was thinking of Mary again. What she told me the previous night and how that conversation just seems to replay over and over again in my mind, letting me drift off into sleep. The clock on the wall is ticking and it is starting to annoy me. So I inhale the last puff and put the cigarette out, Damn! I still can't sleep...... Meanwhile without even suspecting anyone at 2:30 a.m. to visit me that early I hear a knocking on the door. What the ****? Who the hell could that be?

I start to get up slowly, but I hesitate for a moment with my bad imagination leading my mind to paranoid delusional thoughts. Is it a robber? Is it the police? The knocking continues. Then I hear her voice. It is Mary again. I get up stumbling out of bed with a five o'clock shadow and make my way to the door. She seemed to be drunk and out of it again. So I open the door and almost immediately she falls into my arms. She was afraid and crying. I hold her close to my chest and say to her its okay, its okay. She just wanted to see me. Mary wears a lot of make up and the tears in her eyes let her eye shadow run down her cheeks. Then I offer her a cigarette and start to brew up some coffee. Mary's job at night is being an exotic dancer down at this hole in the wall joint 3 blocks away from my apartment. She was hurt that evening again and now the clock on the wall was starting to tick even louder. So after brewing up a cup of some generic **** coffee we talk. We talk about anything, the t.v. shows we watch, the idiots who earn money for doing stupid idiotic acting on mainstream television. I crack a joke and out of nowhere Mary starts kissing me. I pull back away from her because I could smell the vodka on her breath. She just will not stop forcing herself on to me. At these moments in my life I think that it is so wrong to take advantage of a scared drunk insecure woman, but I am distracted by that damn ticking on the wall from that ****ing old clock. I tell to sober up and give her a blanket to sleep on my couch. This is where my conscious starts to act up. Is it the devil telling me to go for it, let her pass out and get a feel, and then out of nowhere she just starts to give me a lap dance. "I can't do this," as I think to myself, but she is so persistent to make me want her.

I ask if the coffee has made her sober up just a bit so she could maybe decide that the night is over and go home, but she just doesn't want to leave and she wants to have sex on top of all the bad **** she just went through early that night. So I get up and walk into the kitchen and light another cigarette to keep myself from taking advantage of this lady with issues. That damn clock is starting to piss me off now. So I grab a hammer from the countertop I had left earlier that night from hanging a picture on the wall and I break the ****ing clock. Mary watches the whole crazy impulsive destructive scene and it turns her on even more. AH.... Silence finally, but going back into the living room I find mary standing in front of me completely naked now. "Oh my god," I think she is going to have sex with me in a drunk state. So I just get out of the apartment and go on a walk. When I return a half hour later I find a note on the table with some money. Mary must have left and she left me 15 dollars to buy a new clock.

Well written, sasch. Very descriptive. That poor clock! Plus, Mary leaving ye $15.00 dollars for a new one? Why does this whole piece sound so real? Ye must've lived this out right on down to that poor quality coffee.

Anyway, I've read every word and find this, your approach to writing, both interesting and worthy, Sasch. A night in the life, eh? Well done!

tommy boy

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Very well written you had my attention the whole time and such a gentleman

Bravo!...You are good!....Know how I know?....I eagerly read the whole damn thing ...Thanks for sharing, can't wait for the next episode!!

Oh and BIG WELCOME to you Sasch!!