he sat staring at the telephone as if in a trance , his mind was far off almost floating on the edge of space and time ... not really thinking any one thing , while thoughts of all kinds flooded the secret places in his mind ... he was strangely at peace with the world and himself ... surrounded by beakers of strange colored liquid and twisted tubes that swirled with mysterious fluids he sat in a daze ... ... a small light pole lit only a deserted walkway leading up the alley ... in the darkened shadows one could imagine numerous sinister figures concealing themselves ... waiting for someone to pass by to silently steal their life away ... from out of these shadows stepped a figure striding with paced steps , rocking to a rhythm of its own ... as the figure passed through the boundary of the light , a familiar face shown out from under the hooded jacket ... it as bobby v. , his dread locks shining from the rays of light reflecting off their weaves ...