Loiterer

I travelled to Amsterdam on my own with a big backpack. The quaint canals and the tree-lined streets always make a good photographic theme. There were lots of Indonesian restaurants there. Inside that labyrinth was my hotel, Hotel Kabul. I met an Egyptian traveller there. At a place of many pigeons, I asked a bespectacled South Asian loiterer to take my picture amongst the birds that he was feeding. I visited the Sex Museum. I just liked walking around, looking at the antique buildings. There were a lot of bicyclists. Long ago, in grade school in Canada, I wrote a geography report about the Netherlands, and I learned about their engineering feats of reclaiming land from the water and, of course, the tulips.

Though unusual in the Dublin area he knew that it was not by any means unknown for desperadoes who had next to nothing to live on to be abroad waylaying and generally terrorising peaceable pedestrians by placing a pistol at their head in some secluded spot outside the city proper, famished loiterers of the Thames embankment category they might be hanging about there or simply marauders ready to decamp with whatever boodle they could in one fell swoop at a moment's notice, your money or your life, leaving you there to point a moral, gagged and garrotted.

[…] currently incarcerated Stinc Team members Ketchy the Great, SaySoTheMac, and Bambino; the devilish and gravelly Almighty Suspect; red-clad Inglewooder and headband connoisseur FreeAckrite; baby-faced Martin Luther King Park loiterer Johnny Rose; […]