An Ode to Sharks, or It Pays To Be Nice To Everyone You Meet
This city never sleeps. I lay awake, staring at my ceiling as I listen to the yelling from the streets outside my window. Insomnia sets in and the cracks on the walls start forming shapes….. Sharks. Sharks everywhere. Could this be a sign? What does it all mean? I have been in this apartment for too damn long. I sit up, turn on my bedside lamp and light up a cigarette. I keep a stash under my pillow for emergencies like this. As the smoke fills my lungs, my head clears and the shark-like figures start to fade. Maybe it is time to get back on the case. I have laid low for weeks now, but there’s blood in the water, and I’m the bait.