Living in the city where bums knock on your floor round the clock asking for change and maybe a drink of the steaming coffee mug you hold in your hand. The city, where you seldom need to walk more then seven blocks to get any drug you desire. The city, where coyotes howl in the alleys late at night. It's alright, you love the city. You pet and name all the pigeons. You work there, you twerk here.