Strange, what we will do for family.
Apparently some people in this country think that number 13 is unlucky. My thirteenth day in Liberty City was lucky, for someone.
Roman: “Man, I love this country. It’s fucking amazing.”
Me: “I want some of what you’re on. It must be pretty strong because I can’t see what you’re happy about. Life is shit.”
So today I took Roman’s advice to explore the city. My opinion has not changed, but at least some of its people have a sense of humor.
Living in Liberty City is not so different from living in the old country, because still it is hard to turn your back on crime.
I am beginning to realize that it is a jungle out here in Liberty City – only the fittest will survive.