A job loss sends me back to the Big City to live in a once grand house that has been turned into too many apartments sharing space with strangers and low lives sleeping on the floor
I’m in the same old wrinkled suit living out of a suitcase late for an appointment fit to be fired before I’m even hired and complaining to a resistant super about getting more room for myself and my boy
I talk and talk to him and a string of self-important middle management people ‘til I get to the Main Man who relents easily enough face to face
He provides private space for us like we were kings though I realize like when the phone suddenly rings I’m dealing with the devil himself who wants to be my friend because now I owe him everything - -
