Chicago at night is
wonderful. Among all the artificial lights I get the feeling, as if it was
day here all the time. This was a pleasing fact considered that I haven´t
seen the real sun since long. I roamed the city streets without any goal.
I was unemployed, poor, homeless and most of the time drunk like
a Russian after he got his pay check. This was the fault of the homies and
their blood richly diluted by cheap alcohol, which besides tastes like piss.
How do I know how it tastes? Don´t even ask. Another part of my life
I am not proud of at all. All this got me to think – where did I make
a mistake?
