the smell of stale cigarettes and bile hit him like a spring breeze as Rick creaked open the pale green door to the mobile home. He kicked the disregarded cans and outdated newspapers out of the way, revielving the beaten brown shag carpet, Jim was no where to be seen. The venision blinds we closed except for a solitary ray of light that seeped through, making the smoke hanging in the air more visable. To the left of the window there stood a gaudy floral love seat. strips of duct tape bandaged various rips and burns that had developed over time. on the right side of the sofa there was an oak end table, complete with a marble table top. there was an ashtray adorned with tiny brass cupids, "dancing" around the rim, it didn't appear to be going to much use concidering the stubbed out marlboros that littered the table around it. The lamp beside the ashtray he recognized, it had been their mother's. It was a peculiar lamp, a wide green base with many slots that contained removable plastic lemons. As children, he and Jim would fumble with the lemons as they leaned over their tv dinners. It was a constant competition to see who could snatch up one of the lemons without their mother noticing. They always feared her piercing gaze. He was suprised to see that the old television wasn't on as it usually was, he figured that jim must be passed out. He made his way down the paper thin wood paneled hallway of the trailer to the bedroom where jim slept on a flimsy matress against the wall. Sure enough, there he was, sprawled out on the matress the dull grey sheets crumpled down to his waist. Desire, his newest intrest slept with her head resting on his chest, her artificial platinum hair spread out around her head. She was naked from the waist up and her belly hung loosely over her pink satin underwear that wedged between her buttocks a most unflattering manner. Jim stirred and let out a terribly deep cough. Rick began to wish he hadnt come, he was about to turn for the door when he heard the sound of jim's raspy voice.
"Who's there?"
"what is it baby?" Desire yawned, sitting up slowly and rubbing her eyes. She made no effort to cover herself, thus, Rick pretened to be focused on the economy sized electric fan in the corner.
"It's me rick, Becky told me to check in on you," he did not avert his eyes from the fan. "You know see if you've got the money for your rent."
Becky was their sister, the most successful in the family, a real estate agent. She would wear a pleasent dress suit and an enthusiastic smile. She was the one who got Jim the trailer when he got out of prison.


just for you sophie, just for you.


i dont know what else to write.