Used to walk around there and you’d see pimps and whores hanging around the corners eating hotdogs with mustards dripping down their chins.
There’s nothing. There is nobody there anymore.
I get the feeling the world is more and more drying up.
I don’t know where the whores are going, where the black pimps are going, or where the music is going.
My idea in life is:
Where the black pimps are, where the whores are, where the music is playing, where the jukeboxes are playing in the bars, where the lights are on. That’s where life is.