Make Mine Extra Dark

This morning as I rode my bike to school, I decided to detour past the 7-11 to pick up some delicious Milkis ("New Feeling of Soda Beverage"). Outside was a Korean guy maybe a little younger than me, sitting in a plastic chair at a plastic table. On the table in front of him were two empty, crushed packs of cigarettes and a lighter with the metal part on top broken off. The guy was sleeping, with his arms crossed for warmth (or security) and in one hand was a cellphone (his?). I guess somebody never called last night. Or did.