small memory
24 hour food joint, kebab stand outside, its very late and quiet. my roommate is slurping on hand pulled noodles from large bowl of soup. on my left is a cracked window, a boy is making chuanr on the other side. the window is scotchtaped, light from the bulb illuminates dirty traces of past washrag wipes on the glass. tips of the boy's black hair glow yellow under the light, he is standing with a hairdryer roasting little pieces of meat on wooden sticks, tattooed shoulder, maybe 17 years old, cheeky smile.