You where Francis’s next door neighbor. You both occasionally sat on your respective balcony’s and talked over a warm drink or cigarettes.. it was a highlight of your otherwise mundane repetitive day. You repeat everyday just the same but then you always had something to talk about at the end. It was refreshing, especially for him, as being the milkman either proved to be as mundane as your day, or unendingly worse. Being chased by pets or forgetting bottles.

Tonight was no different…