I used to clean windows—and I’m talking 40 floors off of the fucking ground, just teetering on a platform. The height of the job didn’t scare me though. The people did. All of them. Panting in their cubicles. Pacing through their apartments. Butchering their children. Bonking like their lives depended on it. I cleaned the best I could, but those windows were dirty.
Dylan James is an emerging writer and Ohio University alumnus based out of Columbus, Ohio. He enjoys reading, hiking, and throwing tennis balls to his dog, Bo.