:Posting this to get it out of my way. Needs definite work. Leaving it for now.
These apartments are no different. Driving by the winding road that lays to the west of Garnett, the buildings and the lives within the sprawling complex will go unnoticed. The buildings themselves are indistinguishable from the hundreds of other complexes across the Tulsa area. The cracked siding is slathered with a weary shade of khaki. Withered stalks of ornamental grass turn their tips down onto the patchy lawn beneath them. A gang of feral cats runs the neighborhood, waging war on dogs and avoiding humans with the deftness of bank robbers. Cars speed through the pitted lot at speeds unsafe for even a busy highway. At any time of day, you can hear the pounding of a bass chorus, sometimes in the distance, sometimes rattling the panes of your own windows. Outwardly, the tenants of these semi-slums are as unremarkable as the tree-freckled terrace that borders the road. But outward similarities are broken under the surface. Behind the paint-chipped doors of every home hides a story of struggle or triumph, of heartbreak and love. The stories as different as North and South lurk in the boxy rooms. Stories that cannot be heard with selfish ears, stories that will not pass prideful lips.
