Too late.

The 편의점 ice cream freezers are all stocked with beer, and everyone's carrying a watermelon home wrapped in lines of blue and yellow twine. This shit ain't no joke, kids. The fourth Korea game of the World Cup, and no one knew if they'd make it this far. The weather's killer today. I think everyone wishes it would just go on and rain.

Coming back up the hill from the shops a tiny little fat cross eyed boy with an orange splotch in his hair wearing his father's gigantic shoes stared up at me hard for a long time. And then, finally, with a serious little face, bowed. Sometimes you do stop and think, just where the hell am I? But it's too late to go back now.

1 comment:

MikejGrey said...

Oh man. This is perfect.