It was a wonderful evening for self-pity.
The lady friend had weekend work this morning and
I found myself in Seoul for the third time in my life.
Back in Hong Kong after about two years and staying for the longest time since I moved away in 2014.
I rode my bike down to Crawford’s to meet some friends for a bit too many brews and fried chicken
As I cycled up the hill in the night’s darkness, I can see that we aren’t even near the top. The pain is a bitch, but it is always worth it at the end.