It’s so sweet

Our breathing slows. Deeps breaths after deep breaths. He flips over and reaches for a cigarette. He lights it in bed and offers me one. I hesitate but he places an ashtray in front of me. Don’t worry. We’ll crack the window open. The landlord already knows anyways, he says without worry. After I takeContinue reading “It’s so sweet”

Mirror Guy.

So, this one night while getting my American fix for craft beers and fries we noticed a group of 4 dudes right outside this poppin’ pocha (포차). Original pochas are usually stationed outside along the street with these impossible-to-ignore red tarp coverings, dingy plastic tables and stools, usually an ajumma (아줌마, an older lady) servingContinue reading “Mirror Guy.”