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“Are you having a good day?”
The man at the convenience store asked putting two packs of cigarettes and four cans of beer in the plastic bag.
We looked at each other and laughed.

My friend had just broken up with a crazy man.
I was about to break up with my crazy past.
Me and my friend, we drank all the alcohol in the area
and found ourselves on one of the hills of Itaewon.

Pictures of past showgirls were plastered on the walls of club Trance,
which was different from what it is these days.
When we had a drink or so they told us they were closing,
and my friend said, "what kind of fucking bar is this,“
but the truth was that it was already past 3 am. when we arrived.

Why we were climbing up that steep hill, we didn't know.
We didn't know where we were going, but we walked anyway,
trying to blow our our cold hands warm.

There was a mosque to the right,
a small bar to the left at the top of that crazy road.

They all looked at us when we opened the bar door,
but we were too drunk to care, and it was so cold outside.
Country music was on the stereo, and five men who looked like U.S. soldiers were playing pool, cigarettes in one hand and billiard cues in the other.

So is this how it feels to finally let go?
Even the relationship that drained everything out of you?
My friend who was stupid then as she is stupid now,
had tears in her eyes with the drink in front of her.
I had to say something, I had to say anything.
I looked at the boy who was hitting the balls by himself to the soldiers and said,
“Doesn’t that boy look French? Don't you think he's French?”
“Should I say something to him and bring him over?”
“Do you want me to say something to him and bring him over?”
“Doesn’t that sound like fun? Doesn't it sound fun?”
She laughed so hard her head nearly snapped backwards.
I laughed along with her.
The French boy and the U.S. soldiers laughed at us, not understanding a word we said.

We saw the dim morning sun rise in the speeding car.
My drunk friend bet her life on the wheel she was grabbing,
and I bet my life on luck for the both of us.
She drove through the narrow roads the Pet Shop Boys over and over and over.
I wanted to say "Can you turn the fucking volume down?"
But instead, I fell asleep.

In my dream I saw the god with no face.
I saw the god with no face through the sound of Pet Shop Boys.
The god told me, "You have to make a choice now.“
It said, "You have to make a choice.“
The god told me, "You have to make a choice between the two,"
as I listened my friend's voice.
It said "You have to make the choice now," as I heard her voice.
“Next time, let's go to club Trance a bit earlier.”
“Next time, let's go to club Trance a bit earlier."

Is the French boy back at his homeland? I wonder.
Or is he still playing billiard?
Is he still playing billiard at that bar on top of the Itaewon hill,
with those tired, empty eyes?