We were the only ones to use that old fire escape. We came and went and we sat and smoked. Sometimes we'd fool around and chase each other up and down. Thats where i lost my traveling pen and where we climbed on top of the bay. Thats how you got in when i locked you out. Thats how we got in when i lost my cardkey. Where we got busted by the patrol police. Thats where we brought our instruments and read textbooks aloud playing hacky sack in the back. Somewhere somebody spraypainted "go home".  A black metal backyard for those purgatory souls.