twenty-fiveMore and more Robin stayed away from Mac and the rest of them by hiding in the musty basement with its black iron pipes, its rusted, water dripping boiler. She hated it all now—Mac the lazy bastard she’d supported for so long, Sheila who was f*****g him, Joey who had been making excuses—the proverbial headache, she supposed.
She was sick of the alley, sick of the Troll, sick of the hook-handed pervert who liked to wave his d**k at her. She was sick of Time & Space and roaring bands, sick of making dinner and playing ping-pong. All she wanted was to get some money together and get her own little place, a quiet place somewhere. Maybe on a corner above a little grocery store like Livpreet’s.
She still liked Zumpo, free and easy. He’d helped her drag an old recliner down the concr
