Johnny was standing on the corner glarring at a map with a small hope that his eyes would burn through the paper and dame the reached thing, while glarring at the map he tryed to tell his mind that the hot-dog stand next him wasn't the same one he had passed for the 10th time, hopeing that his wished would be answered and the guy serving the hot-dogs would have the smile fall of his face.
'Were the God dame is this place' Johnny thought to himself.
He stopped folded the map back to its original form which was torture in itself and threw the blasted thing into the bin.
'Screw it I will find it myself'
Johnny streached and looked at his white hands and the flexs of dark red. Turning north he walked quickly.