VoxNeruda urinates on the wall of the social club.  The clubhouse was a refuted mob hangout and was usually under surveillance from the police.  He places his one hand against the wall, supporting himself as he leans forward so that gravity does not force him face-first into the bricks.  He uses his other hand to hold onto himself as the stream runs down the wall, occasionally spattering on the sidewalk below.  The door of the social club flies open as the henchman guarding the door steps outside.

"Hey you bum!  Get the hell outta here!"

VoxNeruda scurries away as fast as he is able, tucking himself back into his tattered pants and pulling his old slacks up.  He can hear the angry mob goon shouting at him from behind.

"You no-good bum!  It smells like piss out here now!"

He looks down at the puddle in disgust as VoxNeruda makes his escape.  The Boss shouts from inside the clubhouse.

"What's that smell?"

The goon replies.

"It's piss, Boss!"

The Boss answers, alarmed.

"Piss?!?!? Close the door! You're gonna let the smell here!"

The goon complies, wrinkling his nose at the strong stench. 

The stench was indeed strong, as VoxNeruda had spent the afternoon eating asparagus from the dumpster behind the produce market.  He was also severely dehydrated.  He would be back tomorrow.  The goon would undoubtedly be outside, scrubbing the walls while men of higher importance spoke business inside.  VoxNeruda longed to sit among them someday.  Chances of this happening were of course slim, as the same goon that had just chased him off had given him a brutal beating just the night prior for doing the same exact thing.  These men knew nothing of honor or of power.  VoxNeruda vowed to one day show them.