I stand in the street in front of a large department store, which seems more like the exterior of a casino - a very sophisticated, subtle casino. I watch the world go by: snow slowly blanketing the ground in a thin, white sheet; tourists running up and down the street and crossing the busy road in large herds; taxis and other vehicles braking abruptly at the traffic lights suspended in the frost-bitten air. Just like every other person roaming this avenue this evening, I'm anticipating the moment when I can step through the front door of my own comforting home, where the warmth of the central heating hits me. My two precious children will run up to me on their own feet, probably stumbling over at the last step. I sigh at the thought of the moment I'm yearning and am cut off from my daydream by shouts and hollers. Glancing up, I notice two men, presumably in their late twenties, throwing fists at one another. This wasn't unusual in these parts of town though. It's Christmas Eve, after all, so they're probably just two drunkards not aware of what they're doing. Just like I would, everyone is walking (or rushing) past, thinking nothing of it nor batting an eyelid at the satisfying crunch sounds when there were some, which was rare. …show more content…
After what seems like making up, they stumble back inside of a building. They're friends