At least two crack heads and one prostitute live in the alley behind my building.

I know this because I’ve been leaving my window open at night and I can hear them fighting. Mostly it’s just incoherent mumbling injected with the occasional FUCK YOU BITCH, but sometimes I hear the flicking sound of a lighter.

I hope they are enjoying the stencil I sprayed beside the fire escape. It’s of a little girl running. Maybe she is running away from them. Maybe she is the prostitute-as-little-girl running away from something in her past.

I think I will put up new stencils; a cacophony of unnerving images.

P.S. This is my Microsoft Draw interpretation of my back alley. It will have to do until I get the awesome digital camera I am planning to buy.

P.S.S. Incidentally, wouldn't it be wierd if, instead of taking photographs of stuff, I drew shitty pictures in Draw, and, like, framed them, and then when people asked, what the hell is that, I'd be all like, oh that's a picture of my cousin Bob's birthday party, MAN that was a great time.