Background Noise

 

I watch the wind twist the branches of a young sapling embedded in the pecan tree, while the sun brightens to the golden hue of dawn. I hear the calls of a morning dove mixing with the morning traffic and flushing of upstairs toilets. Not everything can be the quiet call of the morning. So things are the compromises we make in order to live in a civil society. But if you exist long enough, those noises become nothing more than the background noise of life.

As I sit at my desk the sun’s glow stretches out across the study walls, reflecting off the beige paint onto the black screen. But I don’t mind, it’s all just a part of my morning routine. Today is inspection day, where all the apartments receive an annual cleanliness inspection. Which basically amounts to checking to see if you have any drug paraphernalia or at the very least, see that your apartment don’t smell like weed. Which I feel is kind of silly, since the breezeway smells like a pot dispensary. But the things you put up with to be in Section 8 housing, even though I don’t get Section 8.

But life rolls on here in Moocherville where the lazy, the have-nots, and the unwanted live. Just a little more upscale than living in the Bottoms where we used to live. Most of my neighbors are young working class families and old people trying to keep their heads above water. In a world that don’t give a shit if you drown anyway. Funny how the turn of a phrase can take you to a whole other place. Despite the fact that me and my neighbors look nothing alike. This is a common thread that runs through this place, that we are the other half. That we are the ones life has dealt from the bottom of the deck, the ones that the pure bloods wish would just go away. But hey, we still have the sunrise.     

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