Soup Boy begins.

On a rainy Thursday evening, we find Soup Boy, perched over the remains of a bowl of wanton noodles.


He casually stirs the singular yellow strand of egg noodles with the bamboo chopsticks that so faithfully assisted Soup Boy in his semi-sumptuous repast. The porcelain bowl that once held the promise of warm pork infused liquids, now sits dry with only the stragglers of a once plentiful colony of spring onions.


The phone rings...