I was up late reading last night. Tearing my way through the end of The Haunting of Hill House, turning the pages quickly, trying to beat the clock and be asleep before 1am. At some point I realized that loud music was filtering in through my window. I glanced at the clock. 1:30am. Marvin Gaye was being blasted down in the street, loud enough that for a moment I wondered if my roommate was playing her radio, but no. I parted the blinds and saw a bunch of guys hanging out on the corner. Everybody within three blocks must have been forced to listen in. From one Marvin Gaye song to another, and then over to Outkast. I would have been annoyed if the music hadn’t been so good. I lay there for a moment, wondering, and then picked up Hill House once more.
And finished it.