My Neighbor Ate My Ass and Came in My Mouth

always notice a neighbor on the next balcony. Every night, when he turned off

the lights in his living room, he saw Daniel's silhouette leaning against the

railing, a cigarette between his fingers, watching the city with distracted air.

But sometimes their eyes met. Daniel held the eye contact for seconds longer than

normal, as if he were waiting for something to happen. On a warm Friday