richard yates read your description of choking victim hamsters and said you were a very good writer. then he sat by my hotplate and turned the knobs a little and started to cry uncontrollably. i didn't know what to do so i went to the convenience store. they had a new brand of natto.
when i got back to my room there was a hole in the wall and richard yates was climbing through the hole. he went through the hole. my room is on the fourteenth floor. i went to the hole and saw richard yate's corpse on the street. his body was very small and it didn't look like a richard yates. i drew a portrait of richard yate's head on a large piece of cardboard and i taped the cardboard over the hole. i feel productive.