Stilettos
Stilettos The fuckin’ Times was a lousy pillow at best. At worst, it became a lumpy, smelly bag of bumps. I pulled my hood over my head, snuck down into my roll. The clicks woke me. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click. Not polite, y’ know, like loafers or tennies. No. Fuckin’ attitude. Click-click. Click-click. Click-click. I didn’t … Read more