Back From The Old Country

John stood on the deck of the ship, looking toward the coast line. When he left he was just a little boy. Returning some fifteen years later he barely remembered any of the skyline now slowly being filled with skyscrapers and apartment complexes. He walked down the plank of the ship and onto the dock. Luggage in tow he looked like a tourist. John made his way towards the city and soon found his hotel.

Room for John Franzese? He said to the front desk clerk.

"Yes,sir. I have you in room 208. Up the stairs and on your left. If you need anything please stop by and I'll be glad to help you, sir."

Thank you.

John slipped the clerk a couple bucks and headed up the stairs to his room. He opened the door and entered. The room was clean and quite spacious. He closed the door behind him and locked the deadbolt. Placing his things on the floor, he then opened up the curtain a little to let some light in. While taking in the view.

I've got to find some work. Not going to survive very long on this chump change.