| The city - it never sleeps. It just wears you down, night after night, until all those nights start looking just the same, you hear? An endless grey blur of gin and b-girls and wiseguys who had a little too much and wiser guys who know when they've had enough. Those are the ones to watch, the ones with the gun metal eyes, glinting in the flash of passing headlights outside whatever bar you find yourself in... the ones who make you want to blink just looking at 'em, but if you're smart, you won't, not for a second. And they wonder why people move out to the suburbs. In this city, the only people you can call "friend" are the ones who don't try to grift you or slug you or worse as soon as they see you. They all come out at night. It's like feeding time at the zoo. A human zoo. Only we're all in front of the bars, not behind them. |
