Black, bleak and desolate. The canvas painted for the night was obvious, nothing good was going to happen. The only buzz was one person after the other coming through and getting their fix for the night and walking off.
Money was finally coming in, which meant I was finally ready to give Manny another shot at a normal life. We kept in touch often — she's actually bare funny when she opens up to you. Funny in a cheeky way.
I sat in my car with Roms beside me, flicking through pictures of the apartment I had taken her to see recently. It was in a nice place, in the calmer and quieter side of West.
She was so excited, bless her, already figuring out where she was going to put her bookcases and shit. Granted, she didn't want me paying for any furniture. She wanted to get a job. Which I understand, she wanted a normal life.
