Leaving the Sundancer.

Ah... nine/eleven, what can you say? I hope they crash another fucking tower...

"Alright, that's it, you're out of here..." he says looking at me and the glass of wine I'm holding in my hand. There is a smile hiding behind his thick charade, but it can't be reached, it's too late. "Tomorrow you leave this hostel." I take a sip of my illegal wine and say: "That alright man, I'm just a bad seed, can't get a break in life, just can't get a fucking break can I..?"