More hollering in the back allleyway
More trouble in the back alley. This time a bald white man, thin, with a fur-lined hood around his shoulders is looking up at the third floor of my building and whistling, again, like a bird. He gets into a beat up white and blue sedan, old and broken down with patches on the rear hood. They begin to drive away.
A group of three guys come out of the building next door and walk to their shiny white sedan, minding their own business. The men in the beat up car flag one of them and he walks over to their car. He shakes his head and I hear him say "sorry, not today" and return to his friend's car. The two cars leave separately.