I’ve lived in this town for 13 years, I’ve been around.nYou see that window in that tower? That was mine.nUnder that fluorescent light I made cold calls through the night to places deep in suburbs I will never go.nAnd then in Chinatown I’d get something and hang around. How does that busker know each day from the rest?nSee that man who just brushed past me? Well I know him, but don’t ask me about him. I wonder, is he still with his wife?nWhat is a life?nThe ferries pull up in the evening warmth. I used to give out papers here as they rushed on their way home. The streets are full of plaques. Just where that park is used to be a den of sailors, Jesus Christ!nWhat is a life?nOf all the jobs I’ve had, I can’t say they’ve turned out bad,nIts just funny to think that that was me. A waiter on his break, he smokes a cigarette and takes a long look at a repaired paring knife.