A smoke covered city made of concrete; a real urban jungle. Every step you took crossed the path of millions before you. Every breath you took contained the filth of the city and the people within. Signs littered the streets, the walls, the windows. A rush. The city was always in a rush. The Big Apple? I prefer "The City That Never Sleeps". There's never a time of day where you'll find yourself on the sidewalk alone. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a chewed up passenger on the bottom of your shoe. The alleyways are home to many things; rats, roaches, the homeless, the drunk, the broken. This is the city of dreams, but it's mostly the city of broken promises and regret. You can smell the stench of failure all around you. The cries of ending relationships, evicted tenants, and the ones with freshly crushed dreams. This is New York. A place where everything comes to try the big life but eventually falls into despair. Yet the city is addicting. It's even worse than Nicotine.
