A random aside:
I arrived at this internet cafe just moments after it opened this morning. Apparently they don’t bother cleaning up from the night before until they feel like getting around to it.
The cafe looks like some sort of satanic ritual took place here last night. The ashtray to my left, in particular, is perhaps the most disgusting tableau I have ever laid eyes upon. It appears to be filled with cigarette butts, congealed bones from a small animal that happened to wander into the grasp of a crazed teenage video game player, and the remnants of several hard-boiled eggs. All of this is coated with a layer of cigarette ash.
I can’t help thinking of the scene in Weird Science in which Chet tortures his hung-over younger brother. “How about a nice, greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray?” And to think, I was almost feeling better.
