His hands were thick and rough and soiled; almost hairless but still undoubtedly grimed. His fingernails were unevenly cut like those of kids with the nail biting disorder, zigzagged, slant, skewed to the left, skewed to the right, pyramid! He's a typical kid you see on the streets, though not homeless and orphan, but still that kind who'd play dirt on the roadsides or dip into puddles of mud and canals during flood seasons. He looks naughty and unkind. .... After working overtime, my friends and I grabbed a bite at a roadside burger stand. Buy-1-Take-1 burgers are most loved by, so to speak, class B's and down. It was good and I am one bite away from my second burger. Unfortunately, it started to rain and it was getting late. We hurried "out" and across the street we rushed, feeling the sauce of the burger clinging right under my lips, craving for it's better half. "Are you eating your burger on the bus," chuckles. "Nope. I
