Sha Tsui street — a sketch

At 6 o’clock the sky is grey.
My hair is uncontrollably long. I’m going to cross the road, cut it short by paying $30 to an alley haircutter.
A Bag Lady who is four times older than me hauls a black plastic bag, cross the road,
while the traffic light is red. What a uncivil old woman! I give her [...]

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