Alleyway

I turned into a small alleyway.

Tom's hiding in an alleyway.

This is the alleyway I used to sleep in. Every now and then I'd get some leftover food tossed my way, and that'd be all I'd eat that day.

I woke up late today, the 8th of March of 2022, just in time after 10:00 AM to promenade to the pizzeria to have two slices and a cold diet cola. Heading home, I saw an advertisement for a tuna croissant sandwich on the sidewalk, as well as large pieces of white styrofoam and big brown cardboard boxes littered on the way. In the alleyway, I saw the tall Dane-French Michael, smoking, who said, "You can really feel the sun!" Yes, it was a sunny day. In the sunny afternoon, I walked to the cafe, which was full. I drank my iced black tea at a table outside. There was a Filipino boy in blue shorts. A round-headed robust man that I had seen before headed to the entrance of the cafe. Before midnight, I ventured out to the corner convenience store. Men, who were alone by themselves, looked excited, as they sprinted, scootered, or walked by. I bought a bag of fried pork rinds and three cold cans of Thai tea drinks, of which one I drank just outside the store.

On the 10th of March of 2022, I ate two pizza slices and drank iced tea at the Lulu Island pizzeria in the morning. The big screen showed Seattle news, but the sound was off, as usual. In the afternoon, I returned to the pizzeria to have a slice and an iced diet black cola. It was Seattle news, again, on the big screen, with sound off. Somewhat audible East Indian music was playing behind the counter. A boisterous corpulent East Indian man with his boy with a rocket-ship T-shirt ordered pizza. I walked to the cafe. At the cafe, I drank iced black tea. Behind the counter was Sebastian, the Mayan-Austrian hybrid. A big mesomorphic boy customer with something like a samurai hairdo entered. I had seen him before with his impressive meaty thighs, as he liked wearing shorts. Heading home, I observed through the window the new interesting products in the new Japanesque bakery with a bubble-tea vendor. I saw an elegant long bun with the price tag "$95"—or "$9.50"? Near the gasoline station, I saw the round-headed corpulent, but muscular man, who lived in a nearby apartment. I had seen him many times before, over the years, often with his little boy. He decried the ill sentiment in society: "They think sex is just poverty." In the alleyway, my Russian neighbour hastily passed by, whispering, "Everybody's just crying."

In the grey-sky afternoon of the 12th of March of 2022, at home, listening, I was alternating between House, Zouk, and Afrofuturism music channels on my device. I did karaoke of the European Union Anthem in French, Spanish, and Greek. I decided to get out of the house. I saw a thick brown man in a bright red shirt and bright green track pants. Orientals did gardening. A Ugandan woman was talking in her smartphone. Walking by, a white man in a green jacket carried a big driftwood that was over a metre long. At the pizzeria, I ate a cheese pizza slice and drank a diet cola. There was a white boy with a big Afro hairdo. Heading home, I saw a crowd near the pub, and a man said, "It's a small world!" Along the way, I saw my handsome Mediterranean neighbour zip up his brown leather jacket. I encountered Michael the Dane-French in the alleyway, as he compared my appearance with shorts to martial artist Jean-Claude Van Damme. I said, "He has a nice body!"

In the sunny morning of the 24th of March of 2022, I was drinking iced black tea at the cafe. A tallish handsome man in a tracksuit speedily came in and out to get his coffee. I went to the sandwich shop to eat a tuna sandwich and drink black coffee. I saw Michael the Dane-French on a bench outside, as he did his ritualistic crossword puzzle. I told him that my paternal grandmother, who died at 99, had the same hobby. Then, Michael recounted the time he visited his New Brunswick paternal grandmother, who spoke in Danish for an hour; he could barely understand. Then, "like the flick of a light switch," she switched to English. She died at 94. In the afternoon, I ate pizza at the pizzeria. Homebound, I saw Michael again in the alleyway. We noticed a majestic eagle was flying above in the sky.

I saw blue-shirt-wearing bearded Michael, the Dane-French, this sunny, blue-sky morning of the 24th of June of 2022, along a neighbourhood alleyway on Lulu Island. We talked about American politics and the pervasive ignorance in humanity. I irksomely mentioned, "Most of humanity is not good quality." We talked about travelling around this world, as I said that I have journeyed through Asia, Africa, Europe, North America, and Latin America. A striking part of our conversation was about my Egyptian excursion. My early objective in life was to see the Great Pyramids, which I managed to do in my twenties. Egypt was like a different planet, with old French colonial buildings and multimillennial ruins. The sky was a deep blue over the desert. Michael mentioned, "That's why it's called the Dark Continent..."

Jonas chased Rima in the dark alleyway.

She zipped down the alleyway.