from behind the brick wall behind you comes the sound of someone walking. not just walking with a purpose, a rhythm. kaslosh kaslosh kaslosh laslosh out of the nothing comes a man in his 20s, head to toe black. sporting a grove with his head and shoulders. this all observed before you notice your new neighbour is letting his white puff of a dog out for a quick piss. I really don't think it can be that easy to urinate under duress?
I see a glint from the passing stranger, he is getting his grove on under the groovyest headset. Wide black (for lack of a better term) beer cups with brass antena and knobe tuners.
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