Krennel
2010-05-13, 09:25 PM
It is a cold and overcast day in New York. You have just climbed off the boat, and immediately wish you were back in the U.S.S.R.
There are dirty people every where. The poor line the streets, their sunken eyes pleading with you.
You have a bit of paper with a phone number and a nickel, time to find a pay phone.
The ship leaves behind you, and you are assaulted for the first, and far from the last, time by the smell of America. One giant pig sty.
There are dirty people every where. The poor line the streets, their sunken eyes pleading with you.
You have a bit of paper with a phone number and a nickel, time to find a pay phone.
The ship leaves behind you, and you are assaulted for the first, and far from the last, time by the smell of America. One giant pig sty.