Part 17 – July 2-17, 2017

The next few days were relatively quiet, aside from the banging, shouting and occasional car horn coming from the unit below (and the driveway). Richard Pollington was his usual cheery self whenever we passed in the front hallway, greeting me with “Fucking fag” on July 3, “cocksucker” on July 4, “fucking cocksucker” on July 4 […]