Plug
1997, 4:00 minutes

The walls in my apartment are thin.

I’m always aware of what my neighbours are doing.

There’s a man and a woman who live next door.

Sometimes it feels like their voices are coming out of the outlet in my living room.

The woman gets home at 5:30 the man gets home a little bit later. Today as soon as he shuts the front door she says,

"I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"Today... Here... Right on the kitchen table... I had sex with your best friend."

He thinks about it for a second. He says,

"I don't have any friends."

"Not even when you were growing up?"

"No."