It was nearly dawn when Carl dropped us off just outside of downtown. During the trip we had talked almost non-stop, and while I certainly could have used some sleep, talking with Carl had been pleasant in it’s own right. I had been living low for so long that I had forgotten how nice it was to talk with normal people. Surrounding myself with what the news labeled the underbelly of society had been my choice, but they were not often the greatest conversationalists. The price of drugs and whores often dominated conversations at the best of times, death, starvation and crime at the worst.