The Hostel.

You enter a gate, it's not a big or special gate in any way, it's just a barrier between the real world and what I would call the Hostel Life. There are people all around you, they are all smiling at you and going about their business. They smile cause they know you, they know your face and where you're from, and that's all they need to know when they are giving you this smile.

Once you've entered the gates you can quickly tell the regulars from the tourists, the wicked from the soulless. The one's always sitting in the back, together, tight, like a pack of hyenas drinking beer and smoking joints. And that's where you need to be, just merging with the pack, trying to convince them that you are this awesome guy who know shit and stuff. But in time, the need to prove yourself deminishes and eventually you become one of them, the wicked.