mirage.

scans by durban
"There's no one worth our time here," she'd say, draining her drink, and we'd leave the maraschino-poison-cherry-red vinyl booth and the walls hung with dead movie-stars, our pockets stuffed with the crispy fried noodles and fortune cookies they served.We'd drop crumpled fortunes on guys' plates on the way out and laugh; none of them were our love-boys."