Not many people venture out in the dark of the night but the city never sleeps. The glow enhanced by the drizzly murk makes the world feel more ominous. Given enough time the drip...drip...drip... coming off of the gutters will drive anyone mad. The fog magnifies every sound. There a dog bark, over there a door slams shut, down the street a car splashes in a puddle. Every sound magnified. Every sound a mystery.
He strikes a match and lights his smoke, not so much out of a need for nicotine but as an act of defiance against the night. The dark doesn't scare him as much as it did but lately the shadows gave him clues to things that make the day as scary as the night.
He stands up from the railing, straightens his jacket, and saunters down the street. He pauses momentarily listening to the crash of a waste can falling over and then continues onward as the mist wraps him in seclusion. *sisoas <a2c3.co>
@pztrn I'll do what I can. I am not much of a coder. Is there something I should know about juick? You are now the third person in a few short days that has mentioned a project like this to me.2401916/34