Liz

I used to be like you, thinking I could make the city follow *my* rules. I've told off line cutters and movie theatre talkers. And for what? Did anyone cheer me? Or name a sandwich after me that would maybe be turkey, pastrami, swiss, russian dressing, coleslaw, and potato chips? You can't count on anyone else in this city, Jack. All you can do is sink down into the filth.