BathI sat in the tub sideways, feet hanging out. My back pressed against the cold plastic wall. The warm water sloshed as I shifted my weight to avoid bruising the protrusions of my spine. In my fingers I toyed with a metal plug the size of a child's fist. It often jammed in the old tub, and I had gotten fed up with the ancient piece of shit and torn it from its socket. Now the water was slowly ebbing down the mouth of the drain. As it receded from my skin it was kind enough to leave behind a damp film that chilled my hairs to attention. I ignored this as I stared into the bleak lightbulb across from me. It flickered off occasionally, never for m