"Damn it. Such a big smoke-pipe." I told to myself when I was hitting
the road to the Chicago.
I was not so sure that I was still going to visit Space and Chicago without
zhonghua's attraction. That cigarette throwed a perfect image on my mind.
The cigar was a tempatation I cannot resist; the people was a joyness of
friendship that I would like to meet; the trip itself was a risk I was
eager to take.
