They call it the city that never sleeps, Manhattan was lit up like the night sky. On the 102nd floor of the Empire State building people looked like ants. The city was alive people were buying booze, drugs, and throwing money like it was nothing even though there was a depression going on it sure as hell didn't feel like one.

Abe was on top of the Empire state building and what he thought the world. How he got here Abe didn't know but he loved the view. He could see everything from here the Chrysler building, Brooklyn where all the hoodlums were, and the most disgusting place on earth New Jersey. Abe had a bottle of scotch in his hand and was drunk he was saying random gibbish that no one could understand.

"It beh deh greatest citeh in dah world. 7 million stories I tell ye Paris got nothin on this, look it's Gino whatchu want? Fuckin Gino I'll get your money..Not meh fault dah Yankees lost."

Abe falls down and goes to sleep