He stared at the bright lights comin’ down the alley…two o’clock in the mornin’…the shadow of a cat runnin’ ‘cross the parkin’ lot…not makin’ a sound…just dead silence as the bright lights got closer and closer…lookin’ for somethin’…or someone…

All kinds of things took place back there in that alley…whores would roam back and forth at times with drunks from the nearby bar…junkies noddin’ out behind dumpsters…homeless guys pickin’ through trash…Mexicans grabbin’ old hot water heaters…abandoned couches…metal objects…lead paint on pavement makin’ a kaleidoscope of color on rainy nights under a streetlight…a rusted tricycle…

So…he kept watchin’ the bright lights as they peered into the windows of his rented room…,what are they lookin’ for…,he said to himself…,who are they lookin’ for…,he took a drag from a cigarette…coughin’ and wheezin’…coughin’ and wheezin’…watchin’ as the white lights started to make a turn…

A cop car…,he said out loud…runnin’ his greasy hand over his sweaty face and gray hair…,somebody done fucked up…,he continued…,always leavin’ traces of crime behind…a blade…a gun…some dime bag left after a score…needles…all clues…to what…he didn’t know…,just cops cruizin’…lookin’ for shit to get into…,he thought…lookin’ for shit to get into…

And…he heard noises next to his room…the meth-man was tossin’ in his sleep…comin’ down from an all week high…yellin’ and screamin’ into the night as the bright lights were now turned off…back to darkness…total darkness and a meth-head praying out loud for forgiveness…some kind of forgiveness…the sun would be up soon…and another night would be over…