The sky was dark already, the day having come and gone without him even realizing. He did nothing. He didn’t eat. He didn’t drink. He only got up to piss and then sat right back down where he’d sat all day. The only source of light right now was the from the bright pink and green sigh that sat high behind him. He had a folded piece of paper pressed to the back of his knee. A flier or something. He didn’t care. It was the blank side he wanted as he scribbled hasty Chinese with his left hand at a very bad slant. At least if it was ever found, it would just look like gibberish to anyone who did not understand the language.

I wonder sometimes if I am a man. I must not be when someone looks at me and lectures me on emotional exploitation like I am twelve years old. I want to respect the group I work for, but to so severely underestimate how I handle myself is insulting. My boss acts more like a mother than anything, uttering words of life advice like this is some sort of therapy group. It’s almost pathetic how much coddling has to go around.

I didn’t even handle the job I undertook to my full capacity. I was weak. I thought I could cast aside how much I care, yet when faced with it in the moment, I was weak. Caring about people makes you weak. It makes you double think things. It makes you hesitate. Yet, I know if I were any one else, they would not have done it. I have proven that despite my weakness, I will see things through. They need people like that. I know I am an asset.

I see Kang in them. I see his weaknesses. I see his art. I see his compassion. It makes me wonder if I

He reached the end of the page and just stuffed it in his pocket.