When I was about 12 I'd take the bus from my little town to skidrow in LA where I'd go in search of alleyways.
The seedier the better, the more garbage strewn. Stray cats and dogs a plus.
My very favorite alleys though were the ones filled with unwashed men drinking wine straight out of the bottle.
Smacking their lips and crashing the empties against the damp brick buildings.
Where was my mother, do you spose?
8 years ago