James was exhausted, his feet were aching, and the flight seemed to span over a millennia. Although the most pressing matter, obviously, was the empty stomach. For some odd reason, he tends to lose his appetite 13,000 feet in the air, so he generally wouldn't, or more so couldn't really, manage to eat much on the plane.. which was an amusing thought considering his.. profession.

He also wouldn't dare get on the plane with a full stomach either, so as you can imagine, he was famished. 

On any other night, at that moment, he would be riding in the passenger seat of his old Model A, with the ever accommodating Cecil Harvey chauffeuring. Normally they would pass the time by steadily working their way through the twists and turns of the Philadelphia streets, listening to the radio, catching each other up on their personal lives, as well as trying to get a handle on what was new "in the streets", all the while rolling and smoking cigarettes, marijuana cigarettes first of course, followed by the tobacco, which would almost always end with them reminiscing about "the good ol' days".

Unfortunately tonight, Cecil had business of his own to attend to, and of course had phoned and informed James of this fact, but naturally it slipped his mind, only to come crawling back through his ear to finally roost when he stepped out of the airport entrance, took a deep breath of fresh air, only to see a completely different man, with a much nicer vehicle in the usual spot where Harvey would be biding his time, most likely starting the festivities without him. 

This wasn't an issue though, James enjoyed the occasional nice quiet stroll through town, and it was certainly quiet.

He then had the realization that his hunger had been replaced, by another hunger altogether, while he had been running all over this city, as well as the country, that he had never truly explored them, or taken any time to visit any of the restaurants, stop at any nightclub, he had never seen any of "the sights." Nor could he remember the last time he simply just sat down, and read the paper while enjoying a cup of coffee. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to... smell the roses?",  He laughed quietly to himself, reached into his jacket and took out his cigarette case, struck a match, and began making his way through the night.