A.G.E's Joint

  Port bound Makes me restless The crazy ship of fools Calls me  Play with dolphins Brave the sharks Bury my grief in the sea

  The key dongle produces a satisfying click and I’m in. I’m glad the guy was professional and didn’t screw the lock up. The hall looked normal, no footprints or smudges on the concrete. He was careful for sure. Looking each way, I ease towards my place. What I found suprised me. The visitor wasn’t coming to see me after all. The door across the hall was hanging on one hinge. The apartment belonged to a woman named Delores. Some would call her fat: nice breasts with a slight belly roll, chocolate almond eyes, and a snaggly smile. Her background was one you didn’t talk about in public-learned her skills early and used them often. She’d told me once about a couple of pimps who ended up  swiss cheese . The details were vague other than she didn’t physically do it. I could see stuff scattered on the floor around the sofa. They were looking for something. I hang an ear to see if I could hear anybody. I didn’t. Shutting my door, I say a prayer of  gratitude.  It wasn’t my ...