4.24.2008, New York, Manhattan, US It’s another day like any other. Anthony’s financial situation is looking even more dire than last month, when he repaid one of the many loansharks he leant money from. The clubs he owns don’t bring that much anymore and he sometimes wastes the amount necessary on blow (cocaine, Weed, etc.) Now Nataly, a good friend of mine who also owns a few clubs gives us a 15% cut from her income but business is looking shaky there too. It seems like everything’s going to shit right now. I lean against my balcony on my apartment room with a cigarette in hand to clear my mind, until suddenly, the doorbell rings…