Stepping off the bus for the first time in Philadelphia, I draw in a deep breath. The smell of baking bread & cooking meats, coming from the Ninth Street Market across the street, remind me I haven't eaten since dinner yesterday. Switching my duffel bag to my other shoulder, I dig out a smoke & strike a match. Inhaling the harsh, bittersweet smoke, I take it all in. This is my new home. I know no one, but that'll change. Quickly. With my military buzz-cut, ever-moving eyes, & duffle bag, people are bound to notice me. Time to make sure it's in a good way. Flicking my cigarette into the gutter, I head towards the market & the deep, male laughter I hear inside...