I stayed hidden in the piece of s**t cabin, thinking of numerous ways to make the place better. The walls needed fresh boards and maybe some wainscoting. The bathroom to the far right of the main area had an ancient toilet, sink, and shower that needed updating. A small area that I perceived as the kitchen had a chipped Formica counter, rusty aluminum sink, and cupboards with broken hinges on their doors. Truth told, I had seen better places to reside in somewhere in the third world countries, including Ecuador, Chad, and India. To hell with Howard Steinmann and ripping me off rent money for his hole.
I drank too much that evening, listening to the wind spiral against the cabin. At points, I thought it would rain, but it didn’t. Scratching sounded on the cabin’s front door, as if a visiti
