Mr Harkins wears a dress

We sat in my apartment. It smelled of old wood and sweat, car batteries and burnt plastic. I could not smell it, but Mr Harkins could. He never mentioned it out of politeness. Mr Harkins was very polite.

I never mentioned his claw like toe nails and stained white t-shirts and he never spoke of my crooked teeth and funny hair cuts.

            "Mr Harkins, we get along well don't we?" I asked.
            "Yeah Ray, we do. You are my best friend."

            "I'm sorry we didn't hangout for those years when I was using drugs and alcohol." I said.
            "It's ok, I went down that road, and besides, we get along so well now."