That winter, with a restless heart, he walked out of the snow in the Northeast.
The city is big, big enough to accommodate all ambitions. The city is also very small, too small to hold a pair of clean shoes.
He didn't know that there were some roads where he couldn't look back. He thought that fists could earn respect, that the world was about loyalty, and that the people he loved would always be where they were.
Later he understood. Beneath the scenery is the tip of the knife, and opposite the brother is the abyss. The woman who left took away the most valuable thing in his life.
The wind of the 1990s blew across the Northeast Plains, laid-off factories, brightly lit dance halls, and late-night game arcades - that was their golden age and the final madness.
