Japanese daydream

The light inside the restaurant was a dim yellow that reflected the atmosphere of steamed fat and excessive grease. They didn't have fluorescent lights in cheap Japanese restaurants. The slums didn't want you to see every detail and every stain on the plastic benches encircling the tables carved up with Japanese characters.

The light absorption of melanin in asians affect their skin color so it's a pale yellow.

In the light from the cheap bulbs everybody in the restaurant looked sick.

And they probably all were.

He held the 1.29 cheeseburger in his fathers hands;

slim and dedicated, careful.

The thought of digesting the food(?) was too much,

so he placed it back on the urine colored wrapper,

then carried the tray to the trash can and emptied it.

As he hit the streets once again, he breathed in the smell of sweat, dirt and pollution, and realized he really couldn't get any more disappointed.