Ania and I went to buy bread and in one block's distance we saw about 15 tales of insanity, drug abuse and poverty: a homeless man with one leg
shooting up on the pavement; an old women dragging 50 filthy plastic bags, vomiting into the sewer grate; five tranny hookers sitting in a hotel stairwell, wearing nothing but g - strings, making cat calls at the passing traffic; a crackhead walking in circles, talking out loud to no one in front of a fruit stand; little boys, none older
than 11, all huffing shoe glue out of black plastic bags to get a 10 - minute high; and a group of plump ladies sorting through
garbage in the street, looking for old produce that can be re-bagged and re-sold at discount prices.