I'm on the streets all the time. I could show you some things, tell you some stories. I could take you to the Frolic Room. It's a neighborhood dive. It's got an even greater air of authenticity about it.
Freedom is so damn illusory.
You're right, I had moved beyond that stupid wall. But then, it came back. I'm not sure what this means, but I don't think I like it. There must be a solution to this puzzle. Let me try to concentrate real hard. . .