It was snowing yesterday.
At one o’clock in the afternoon, Shopper and I went on a walk to Chinatown.
We passed two homeless men.
They had been drinking.
The following is a dramatic re-enactment of what happened next:
Sensing something unpleasant is about to happen, we quicken our pace.
Covered in snow, we try to ignore the demonic cackling eminating from the whisky-soaked throats of our enemies.