I was just sitting on my bed working on a script when I spotted my neighbor across the alley and up a floor changing shirts, getting ready to go out on the town. He has a body on which you could do laundry. I was listening to a bootleg recording of Bernadette Peters singing “Send in the Clowns” and it played to its finish as I watched him. It seemed fitting.
I wonder if he’s ever glanced down. God, what he has possibly seen.
