"My God, man, have you an eye in your head, an ear on the side of your foolish face, a sole to your foot so used to treading ground-in chewing gum and spilled soda, a print to your benumbed fingers tracing the worn lines of graffitti-soaked commonplaces, a hair upon your body to feel the passing breeze of dreams gone by?"
This I actually like better than the bit about Amercan culture.
Cheers