Chicago, when I set foot in the city, I knew I fell in love with it.

The 24-hour noise was a traffic jam that made people want to strangle themselves twice a day, in the morning and evening, and the air emitted a pungent, cloudy smell, and there were particles of dust floating visible to the naked eye. It's no wonder that even open-air cafes have a "smoking area", and I think people would rather find a misty corner, get a few cigarette guns, stick them in their lungs, and die as soon as possible than gasping for breath in the street.

This is a typical workers' city, a laborer's city, and even the tickets are cheaper than the rest of the city. Downstairs in my rented apartment, spicy cheese and hot dogs sell for only three dollars each, and I have to come in at least one every day. The hot dog stall bathed in car exhaust, the shopkeeper who never washes his hands after going to the toilet, the raw material of Frankfurter sausage is pork from unknown sources, and the raw material of bread is flour from unknown source, and then poured together with hot cheese and spicy meat sauce that are about to expire wholesale from the supermarket. The moment you stuff this hot dog into your mouth, you can realize that this is the life of an ordinary person, and what you taste is the taste of life.

It's been almost three weeks since I've been here, and I've been visiting at least three or four bars every night, and I've been asked to show my ID almost every time I go to them. I was really surprised how the security guards could have such bad eyesight, even on the real ID card, I was already twenty-one years old. Don't mention it...... In the past half a month, in addition to those chicks who are looking for one-night stands, chicks looking for stable relationships, homosexuals looking for one-night stands, homosexuals looking for stable relationships, and a few pick-ups who are unclear about their sexual orientation due to their unknown gender, I have finally figured out the general situation of the local gang.

I REMEMBER THE FIRST GUY I TALKED TO, AND WE HAD A LITTLE CHAT AT THE BAR AND I SAID, "HEY, MAN, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING THERE THAT WOULD GET PEOPLE HIGH?"

He said, "Yes, of course, look, it's called a badge, you think it's a little hot, don't you? Boy, you've been arrested, come back to the bureau with me for a drug test, and I think you're racist, do you need me to read your rights?" he said, pulling out his ID and gun.

Fortunately, I ran fast that day, otherwise I would have been planted on an ordinary plainclothes body. He sat on the edge of the bar, wearing a suit over a vest, eight rings on his hands, and a gold chain as thick as a dog chain.

Fishing law enforcement guy aside, another time, I met a blonde man with sky-high short hair, middle-aged but no beer belly, and a scar on the back of his hand, looking like a veteran or something. He sat alone in the corner with a suitcase and a leather coat. He exudes an aura that is very much like the right-hand man of a certain bigwig, the kind of person you have to trust when you have an important deal.

Then I went over and talked to him for about half an hour in the code language of the Tao, and he said that his name was Ted, and Ted's answer showed that he was indeed a big man. As a result, he opened the box and showed the "goods" inside, a suitcase full of soap, yes, he was wearing a leather coat, blonde, with scars on his hands, and soap in a suitcase, and his name was "Ted". Okay, everybody has seen that old movie, but not many of them do it to this point, isn't it a little too emotional for you to still cosplay in a bar when you're old?

There have been times when I've tried to create some conflict, even if I can only find a few of the gang's horses, but unfortunately, I've had really bad luck because every time I've met a vicious-looking law-abiding citizen, they'll smash bottles, shove you, punch you in the face, but you just have to use a little bit of real fighting skills to take down one of them, and they'll be intimidating. That's the end of the show, the bar security guards come and ask the troublemakers out, or call the police, and trust me, every time a plainclothes dressed like a pimp will be the first to arrive.

In short, this experience can be regarded as a kind of setback, but as the saying goes, after eating a trench and growing wise, what I have learned is that the things in the movie that walk into a bar and immediately ask for valuable information from the bartender and any drunk next to him are completely a concrete representation of the director's brain injury or the screenwriter's cerebral discharge. I read more information on the Empire's TV than I could get from a bar.

After wasting more than 20 days of my life, I finally have the opportunity to meet a member of the Luches family today, and I hope that the plan can go smoothly, because I am more optimistic about the strength of the Luches family, and I don't want to rack my brains anymore to catch the line of the Genovise family, God knows how long it will take.