In a small shop in Chinatown, an elderly man stays behind the counter of his butcher’s shop for another hour, hoping to earn a few dollars more before going home to his family. Meanwhile . . .
. . .in a seedy hotel room just off the Strip (Forsyth) a thirty dollar a trick whore takes off her clothes for the fourth time tonight and tries to look excited. Meanwhile . . .
. . . in the Huntsman’s Club high atop the Murchison Building in Bankhurst, a City Councilman shakes hands with a paving contractor, and several million dollars of the city’s money begins finding its way into the contractor’s pocket. Meanwhile . . .
. . . in an gypsy casino in an abandoned warehouse in Pierpoint, a man dressed like the jack of diamonds deals a hand of poker for a pot with a hundred thousand-dollar ante. Meanwhile . . .
. . . in Latin City the cops surround a taqueria where a scared teenage boy found out he was a mutant for the first time. Meanwhile . . .
. . . in a Gadsden nightclub, a DJ spins the latest while the crowd dances and gyrates out on the floor amid laser light and dry ice smoke. Meanwhile . . .
. . . on a trash-blown street in Freetown, a woman walks to her third job of the day past gangstas wearing gaudy jewelry worth at least two weeks of her combined salaries. Meanwhile . . .
. . . a man wearing a black mask stands on a rooftop, bringing crosshairs to bear on a seventeen year-old kid dealing twenty dollar vials of crack on a street corner in Fayettenam (Lafayette). It never occurs to him the boys “mutie” eyes may be contacts as his finger slowly begins to squeeze the trigger. Meanwhile . . .
. . . down in Boxtown, a man who hasn’t had a place to live for over a decade crawls inside an old cardboard box that once held a refrigerator, wraps himself in dirty blankets and opens a coverless and yellowed copy of “The Death of Ivan Ilyich”. Meanwhile . . .
. . .a thirty year-old stockbroker eating dinner with his girlfriend at Roberto’s on 20th (Blackbridge) fumbles nervously with a little velvet box as he starts to ask the most important question of his life. Meanwhile . . .
. . . most of the city sleeps gearing up for another workday tommorow.