"where are we going?"
"Don't wory about it"
"How are we getting there?"
" Were walking"
" How far?"
" Don't wory about it."
" Look the only reason I'm asking is were going to get picked up by the police walking
around town looking like this."
" It's a block away."
" That's better"
" Were ninjas. O.K. let's go"
I still didn't know if we were going to end up breaking into a drug store or something. We headed down the block. We crossed the street and dave headed toward a dumpster by an old abandon apartment block. Now I knew what we were doing. It was a thirty story tower with four apartments on each floor. The few occupants that had been here a year ago were evicted. And now it stood empty except possibly a few squatters. We had to climb on top of the dumpster to reach the fire escape to take us to a third floor window.
We got in pretty quickly. I felt better once we were inside. Dave took a quick look around and headed for the stairwell. I had heard that there was a penthouse at the top I had heard another friend saying that they had been up there and found a jar with fifty dollars in change in it. It became apparent to me at that point that Dave had heard the same story.
We reached the top and the penthouse apartment it was ransacked. So strange it was like it was left in a hurry most everything was still there. Just scattered everywhere on the floor. It was nighttime but the were beautiful skylights half the calling was glass. It was easy to imaging it when it was new, the light pouring into the room This was somebody's home. Along with the fifty dollars in coins that had been taken earlier it was also said that there were pictures of the Rosebowl parade in Passadina Ca. years worth Year after year of pictures of the parade hundreds upon hundreds of them. It was strange standing there what had happened? I walked to one of the big windows to see if it still opened. I opened it. There was a five foot wide ledge all around the penthouse. While Dave rummaged through the all the junk I walked out onto the ledge. I was dizzing at first. But the ledge was wide so I walked out to the corner. There were patrol cars on the street all they had to do was look up and notice me standing there. I felt like a gargoyle on the corner of that building surveying everything around. A sense of solitude and quiet that was broken by Dave sticking his head out the window.
" Get in here someone will see you."
I had seen enough I came back in. Dave had the black bag filled with stuff. I asked him
" what did you find.
He wouldn't tell me. It would destroy the Illusion for him.
" Didn't you get anything?"
" No, I don't want anything."
We left the penthouse. He continued on down the Stairwell in the same ridiculous manner like a cat burglar. I followed quietly behind just thinking about the entropy of that place. There was something really sad about all of it.
"Don't wory about it"
"How are we getting there?"
" Were walking"
" How far?"
" Don't wory about it."
" Look the only reason I'm asking is were going to get picked up by the police walking
around town looking like this."
" It's a block away."
" That's better"
" Were ninjas. O.K. let's go"
I still didn't know if we were going to end up breaking into a drug store or something. We headed down the block. We crossed the street and dave headed toward a dumpster by an old abandon apartment block. Now I knew what we were doing. It was a thirty story tower with four apartments on each floor. The few occupants that had been here a year ago were evicted. And now it stood empty except possibly a few squatters. We had to climb on top of the dumpster to reach the fire escape to take us to a third floor window.
We got in pretty quickly. I felt better once we were inside. Dave took a quick look around and headed for the stairwell. I had heard that there was a penthouse at the top I had heard another friend saying that they had been up there and found a jar with fifty dollars in change in it. It became apparent to me at that point that Dave had heard the same story.
We reached the top and the penthouse apartment it was ransacked. So strange it was like it was left in a hurry most everything was still there. Just scattered everywhere on the floor. It was nighttime but the were beautiful skylights half the calling was glass. It was easy to imaging it when it was new, the light pouring into the room This was somebody's home. Along with the fifty dollars in coins that had been taken earlier it was also said that there were pictures of the Rosebowl parade in Passadina Ca. years worth Year after year of pictures of the parade hundreds upon hundreds of them. It was strange standing there what had happened? I walked to one of the big windows to see if it still opened. I opened it. There was a five foot wide ledge all around the penthouse. While Dave rummaged through the all the junk I walked out onto the ledge. I was dizzing at first. But the ledge was wide so I walked out to the corner. There were patrol cars on the street all they had to do was look up and notice me standing there. I felt like a gargoyle on the corner of that building surveying everything around. A sense of solitude and quiet that was broken by Dave sticking his head out the window.
" Get in here someone will see you."
I had seen enough I came back in. Dave had the black bag filled with stuff. I asked him
" what did you find.
He wouldn't tell me. It would destroy the Illusion for him.
" Didn't you get anything?"
" No, I don't want anything."
We left the penthouse. He continued on down the Stairwell in the same ridiculous manner like a cat burglar. I followed quietly behind just thinking about the entropy of that place. There was something really sad about all of it.