So now I sit at Chinese Chan's eating spring rolls and fried rice and reminiscing of what could have been. I'm trying to learn how to use chopsticks, but the Chinese man keeps admonishing me for getting it wrong. It's broken my learning spirit.

Although I'm not rich, and half the universe hates me now, for 'killing' that little boy, I'm finally beginning to live the life. A simple life was what I really wanted, after all.