I've walked the streets or at least I've walked.
The girl the woman yelling at the end of the bar. Her gaze lost in the gay noise. There's Mike serving drinks with glasses that trick or treat. There's a friendly crowd waiting for the stranger, waiting for me. There`s me.
Where am I? What's this place? ... I like your cardigan.
Now I'm here. At the end of the night I ask: Can I get a glass of water? Is there a taxi stop near by?