Part V

You know the city sings at night, it really fucking does. Sometimes you catch a bus and a garbage truck breaking  for dear life, and the walls suck in the sound and spit out a terribly mournful noise. Shit on a good night, when everyones tanked, you could get a whole god damn orchestra going. You can't hear it knees deep in shit and concrete, but up here you can. It could just be me. In either case I think you need to know that.