Anti Butch Butch Club

That brat was named Kratai. She was the kind of person I sometimes wished I could be. She easily brought disaster into her life—because of her age, I suppose.  

She, Liu, had a nice ass—only wore tight clothes, and was addicted to cigarettes.  The only downside was that she never ate late-night meals. Yet, she didn’t complain about waiting for me to finish my beef noodles.

And I, Bobby, was on the roller coaster.  It stopped at the top of the track, where the sky and the earth felt only seconds apart. Life and death struck each other—one, two, then I fell.

Bobby woke up. He met Liu that evening, and Kratai that night. These two names stuck in his mind, like the view from the rollercoaster before crashing into the earth.