# 16
Getting useful information from him was like digging in mud to find some sand. You have to go deep, and it gets messy pretty quickly.
By now I knew everything I didn't want to know about the status of the dead chicken stock market. It took about ten minutes to move to restaurant rent and another fifteen to reach the point when he actually alluded to the name I was looking for.
Then he rolled and lit a cigarette, and poured two drinks in some dubious glasses. It was going to be a long evening...

From the exhibition: Every street has a story to tell... (by: hern42).