Monday

It’s 7:30 a.m. on a Monday, I live three blocks away from a  main intersection, and people are headed to work and school busses are driving by my house. I also have four full grown men laying on my roof smoking a joint, after a long night of partying, and I swear any minute the cops will show up and we will go to jail.     So let me rewind a bit, about 2:30 a.m., I’ve got a box fan in my bedroom window, it’s pitch black outside and every light in my house is on. I happen to be sitting on the floor, back to the wall smoking, when I swear I hear footsteps in my backyard. I let it go, talking to friends when I hear it again. And again, and if you think for one second I’m going to pull my fan out of my window and or  pull out a flash light to see what it is, you obviously don’t know how deathly afraid of the dark I am. I can not even shut and lock the door or window if it’s dark outside. Instead i rely on my good buddy, Tony.      I step out of my bedroom into the hallway, “HEY, Tony, I need you to do something.”     Tony literally shows up, jogging almost with a smile on his face. See Tony is always up for whatever adventure is available. Looking into Tony’s eyes, “I need yell to run a perimeter check.”     With a simple head nod, Tony makes an about face, headed for the door.

- Leah Morgan