moving. sweat and heat as bodies push and pull obtrusive objects up stairs meant for walking.

"i caint hear tha teevee"

we walked through the alley and i heard their heels clicking on the fractured slabs of asphalt.

heels.

their heels echoed into the open streets. good god all mighty. we walked down around the corner.

we walked in a group, close knit like the exodus.

the house we ended up at was mostly empty, devoid if people and conversations and whatever else drunks search for.

there was one, maybe two frat boys, standing drunk and useless in the backyard huddled around an empty beer keg.

we all agreed that this place is dying, it's caving in on itself like a fading supernova. there is nothing to do, nothing at all.

the kids are restless, the adults are restless. we walked restless with clenched fists and white knuckles, gritted teeth, aimlessly.

they might find what they're looking for, we might find it as well as we walked.

but we won't find it today, not now.

they're playing pool, billiards as some call it. they're playing with no

class or style.

they're playing without leather jackets and bad tee's.

they're playing with no heart at all.