I have my undershirt pulled over my greasy belly. I'm laughing, belching. I'm smoking hand-rolled cigarettes, half tobacco, half pocket lint. I squat in the alley, playing some game of chance with my chinese friends/rivals. The rules are incomprehensible to western minds. I lose all my fish eyeballs in a bad play. I swear and spit and ride away on my ancient two-stroke moped, going 25 kmh and holding up traffic. I get squished by a chicken truck and die in horrific pain as bystanders step over my mangled body. I am unmourned and unremembered