Blogging with Jac

And then the new year was suddenly born.

I was outside throwing out stuff and looking at my grapevine when I heard the karang guni tooting. Turned out to be a Shenyang youth, shambling down the corridor, his hair flopping over his eyes. He tooted his horn again saucily and smiled, a face-splitting smile, and asked me if I had old computer or stereo for him. I must have been staring, because as he rounded the passage and bounded up the steps, he turned and winked.

And then suddenly the year didn't seem so bleak after all.