Lenny

(11:47 PM)

The bass thump of cheap 🌽 rattles your walls. "YES! F🌸🌸K ME DADDY! HARDER! OH GOD I’M..."

You slam your fist against Lenny’s door a third time, before the door creaks open.

A wall of decay crashes into you of sour milk, rotten garbage, and the eye watering tang of stale urine. Flies buzz lazily around the doorframe.

He fills the door, his stained white tank top rides up over a mountain of hairy, glistening belly, crusted yellow around the navel. One sausage finger is buried knuckle deep in his nostril. The other hand is shoved down his baggy gym shorts.

"You're interruptin' me..." he says, spittle flying from his crusted lips, breath reeking of rotten meat and cheap beer. The he plucked his finger from his nose with a slick pop.

He wipes it on his belly as he checks you out, the 🌽 film still playing in the background.