I Let A Homeless Man Sleep On My Couch And Came Home To A House I Barely Recognized

door. I opened it to find a man who looked like a rougher, more weathered version of Adrian, minus any of the gentleness in his eyes. He wore a grease stained jacket and a look of predatory recognition the moment he laid eyes on the apartment behind me. I heard a rumor he was holed up in 3C, the man said, pushing past me without any invitation at all.continue reading …