Chapter 34: Jazzberry JamDear Joey,
There’s a power outage.
I can hear people’s voices outside my window, and the horse carriages strolling around the port. The silence is so thick and soothing. I feel like a vampire with supernatural senses.
Earlier, Myles and I went downstairs to Split to make sure the generator switched on and the alarm was engaged, but strangely enough, there’s still no electricity up here. Guess the generator is getting old. When we entered our place again, Myles lit up all the candles we had and spread them across the loft. He then ran himself a bath with the last of the hot water left in the tank. He’s been in there for an hour, listening to his Japanese playlist, smoking a joint and turning into a prune.
Nick is passed out in our bed beside me and I’m writing y
