The Seedy Side of Bagdad By the Bay

Beneath the window the refuse refuses to wander, at least not for long or far enough. Plastic wrap floats like a bridal veil taunting a salty breeze. Oceans of buts.. fill an ashtray of misspent time, blackening the arteries beneath the cloaked skin of humanity. Street dwellers swathed in layers of tattered army green cast-offs casting furtive glances into the depth of iron grated doorways heat seeking miss-I-les looking for a warm place to hunker down. And so the seaside Sodom rolls in an ever present attitude of come on!