.Chicago, the moment I set foot in this city, I knew I fell in love with it.
Round-the-clock noise, traffic jams that make you want to strangle yourself twice a day in the morning and evening, the air exudes a pungent, turbid smell, and there are also particles of dust visible to the naked eye floating in the air. No wonder even open-air cafes have a "smoking area". I think people are more willing to find a misty corner, get a few pipes, and insert them into their lungs than to breathe in the street. Here, end your remaining life as soon as possible.
This is a typical workers' city, a city for laborers. Even the tickets are cheaper than other areas in Xing County. Downstairs from the apartment I rented, chili cheese hot dogs only cost three dollars each, and I ordered at least one every day. That hot dog stand bathed in car exhaust, the shop owner who never washes his hands after using the toilet, the raw material of frankfurter is pork of unknown origin, the raw material of bread is flour of unknown origin, they are poured together and then wholesale in the supermarket Here comes the hot cheese and chili con carne that's about to expire. The moment you stuff this hot dog into your mouth, you can realize that this is the life of an ordinary person, and what you taste is the taste of life.
I've been here for almost three weeks and I visit at least three or four bars every night, and I'm asked to show my ID at almost every one I go to. I was really surprised how these security guards could have such poor eyesight. Even on the real ID card, I was already twenty-one years old. Let's not mention it... In the past half month or so, apart from those chicks looking for one-night stands, chicks looking for stable relationships, gays looking for one-night stands, gays looking for stable relationships, there are also a few "sex" Apart from the unknown sexual orientation of the chatter, I finally figured out the general situation of the local gangs.
I still remember the first black guy I talked to. We chatted for a while at the bar, and I said, "Hey, man, do you have anything to get people high?"
He said: "Yes, of course there is. Look, this is called a police badge. You feel a little hot, don't you? Boy, you are arrested. Follow me back to the station to do a drug test. Besides, I think you are racist. Do you want me to read you your rights?" He said as he took out his ID and gun.
Fortunately, I ran fast that day, otherwise I would have fallen on an ordinary civilian. This guy actually called me racist? He was sitting at the bar, wearing a vest and a suit, with eight rings on his hands and a gold chain as thick as a dog leash. This is a standard look for a pimp. I don't ask if you have any "medicine". Are you still asking if you have anyone
Leaving aside this fishing law enforcement guy, another time, I met a blond man with sky-high short hair. He was middle-aged but didn’t have a beer belly. There was a scar on the back of his hand. He looked like a veteran or something. He was carrying a suitcase and sitting alone in a corner wearing a leather jacket. The aura he exudes is very much like the right-hand man of a certain big boss, the kind of person you have to entrust when there is an important deal.
Then I went over and chatted with him for about half an hour using code words on the road. He said his name was Ted, and Ted's answer also showed that he was indeed a big shot. As a result, he opened the box and showed the "goods" inside, a suitcase full of soap. Yes, he wore a leather jacket, had blond hair, and had scars on his hands. He packed soap in a suitcase and his name was "Ted" ". Well, everyone has seen that old movie, but not many people would do it to this extent. Isn't it a bit too exciting for you to still role-play in the bar at your age
There were a few times when I tried to create some conflicts, even if I could only find a few gangsters. Unfortunately, I was really unlucky. Every time I met law-abiding citizens with vicious faces, they would knock on people. Breaking bottles, pushing you, punching you in the face, but you just need to use a little bit of real fighting skills to knock one of them down and they'll give in. The fun ends here. The bar security guards come to ask the troublemaker out, or call the police directly. Believe me, a plainclothes guy dressed like a pimp will be the first to arrive every time.
In short, this experience can be regarded as a setback, but as the saying goes, one learns from every experience. After these things, the experience I gained is that when those in the movie walk into the bar, they can immediately distinguish themselves from the bartender and the casual people next to them. The drunkard asking for valuable information is a complete manifestation of the director's brain injury or the screenwriter's brain overflow. I can get more information from watching the Empire's TV news than I can from going to a bar.
I wasted more than twenty days of my life as a capable person. Finally, today I had the opportunity to meet a member of the Lucchese family. I hope the plan can go smoothly, because I am more optimistic about the strength of the Lucchese family. , besides, I don’t want to rack my brains anymore to hook up with the Genovese family. God knows how long it will take.