columbus day. in the alley. all the hapless ghosts wandering searching for the elusive fruit unforbidden in a destroyer's paradise. 
or, this is a pretty nice alley. 

i always sought the alleyways. i didn't believe what they said about the flag. i had a nose for stink and lies. in the land of the leash i pondered freedom in hiding. there pictured and walked alleys were drawn in my mind.