Back against the wall
shaking fiddling waiting on a phone call
two days later
words never much matter
bills piled up high
drunks all in the hall way funking it up
elevators out of order
flies n cockroaches chasing you down the stairs
not to mention the urine scent...
A week or so ago I dragged one of my wussy best partners in crime to see Danny Boyle's 127 Hours. I read the book a few years ago and couldn't put it down (one of the very few I've made it past the first few pages of), so I was itching to see the on-screen version. The partner in...