They were driving down from Kennedy to some hell hole in Queens, Woolfgang and her. She didn’t know it was going to be a tragically hellish sort of hell hole at the time and so she was dying to get there already.When she went apartment seeking on-line she had no idea of the questions one must ask themselves upon reserving a room that rents out for considerably less than all the other rooms on the menu du jour. But she thought all she’d need is a place to put her shit at while she does her thing. The nature of "The thing" was to automatically hit her at any moment. She was waiting. Damn Woolfgang made it hard to concentrate. She didn’t know how she should be with him. He carefully examined her every time they stopped at a light and said how lovely she’s grown and all that crap. She thought he was going to offer her candy next.
She started wishing that she had just attempted to die locally, back home in Nowhere. It was freezing cold and Queens didn't look at all like land-of-the-free-home-of-the-brave America.
