Alone in the dark street alley along the 73th avenue, walking, thinking to himself. Why did he do it, for what purpose has he accomplished by doing it. It is too late to ponder now as he is now closer to his goal.
I had the normal life of a starving artist until I saw the brooding man in that crappy alley. If only I could have left well enough alone, but no I had to paint him. Now I'm in loads of trouble. There are people after me and I have no idea why. Maybe the guy from the alley can help me out here. Then again, maybe he'll just complicate things.