11PM

During my early teenage years, I often spent my nights hanging out in Chinatown. Though I technically never had a curfew, my Mom would always call me at 11pm. "Jason, are you coming home yet?" Maybe she thought I was up to no good, or maybe she was just making sure her beloved child was safe. In reality, there really wasn't much to do at that hour. If I wasn't hanging out at the playground, I was eating "燒夜“, a late night snack, at one of the few restaurants that managed to stay open for whoever could find them in all their radiant glory. There was something incredibly enticing about huddling up with your friends in these middle of nowhere hideouts and discussing typical teenage topics that ranged anywhere from girls to the latest video games. This was where we reminisced and made sense of our lives, and also where we dreamt about all the great things we would do in the future. 

This one's for those teenage years.

This one's for my friends.

This one's for Mom.