[continued] About fifteen minutes later heard this incredible banging on the front window, facing the front steps, not two feet from my head. Who the fuck could that be? At first, I thought it must be Tex– he usually bangs on the window that way rather than ringing the buzzer. Then I flashed on the possibility that it might be that kid who Carol and Sue had taken in off the streets the night before. Some fucked up kid, really young, who had this strange rap about being throw out of his house and needing a place to crash. He was supposed to have crashed here last night but had split about one in the morning to go leave a note for someone. He said he would be right back but never came back. I thought for a minute that might be him returning.