Once again i find myself sitting on the front steps of my house gazing up at the stars. In my hand dangles a cigarette that always seems to burn out too quickly. A couple of meters away, my tenant's cat sits on the concrete watching me warily, my only company on these nights of contemplation and introspection. I think it's still scared of me, but at least now we've established somewhat of a harmonious coexistence.

I think i really need to get out of this place. Its too small. And i want a cat.