21 October 2003 - 01:00
occupation
Too many times I have walked out from darkened interiors onto dirty sidewalks, and now every overly made up woman looks prostitute, to me. But it is the shoes, it is always the shoes, that give the girl away.
A few get stuck in my mind like the broken bulbs of the giant videowalls, consistently distorting the big picture.
But really they are all VCD pirates, lively and entrepreneur, or hairdressers with soft shampooing hands, or inexperienced waitresses. I paraded the back of my head to the rest of the restaurant, dipping into my noodles, shutting out the oral slurping sounds.
