I am walking around with nowhere to go. I am just walking. I look at the faces of the people passing me by, long enough to get the what-the-hell-are-you-lookin'-at-me back from them. So I turn my head and lower my gaze, a little bit

A young generation which don't know what to do with their life. They have rich parents, fast cars, do drugs, party like no tomorrow...         ps: many s