The gravel, crunching underfoot, slid. I picked up my pace and made my way towards boisterous uptown. The brightly burning flame of city flickered slightly here towards the back streets and alleys. It is always day

I found the source of light-the club scene-and in this scene, I discovered the true animals-the party animals. They stumbled around in their designer jeans and triple-starched shirts, flaunting their wealth. Frat-boys, young professionals-Mom and Dad had been good to them, and what better way to spend their parents' hard-earned money than by going on a drinking spree with all their upper-class buddies. This was the dominating class I saw. Why were these people drinking? They had homes and food. Their arrogant, flaunting ways sickened me, as they must have sickened the street preacher.

Did any of these people enjoy the big-city life? The homeless, which where all stereotyped as drunks, could not have liked living in the forsaken, dark alleys. The street preacher, who must have felt a call to fight his worthless battle in front of the nightclubs, most likely did not enjoy the harassment he received from the "party-animals". And they, the careless upper-class drunkards, would wake up in the morning (if they all did wake

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Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)