In the dark of the Ghetto

Walking home from studio last night, about 11pm, with the Monika, Jess, and Caty. This older guy flanked by two beautiful women stuck his finger in my face and said, "You!" He scared me, I didn't even see him there, my mind was somewhere else. I gave him a blank, distrustful look, to which he responded with some English/Italian and got me to turn around and look at what was behind me. There was this frescoed ceiling on the second floor of the building behind us and he wanted to show me how awesome it was, shining in the dark. That was way cool. I offered a "grazie," but the ballin' old man just swaggered away with his honeys. One of them laughed and threw me a "prego," then they were gone.