Kush frowned and scowled when he saw me walking through the door of White Castle. I stood there for a moment staring at a young man I thought I'd never see again. He was young and healthy. He still had all of his teeth, and his looks hadn't been ravaged by crack, meth, heroine, ecstasy, and countless other drugs.
"What's up, Kenya?" he called from across the nearly empty restaurant.
A little white boy turned to look at me as if he didn't realize that Kenya was more than just a place.
I went up to the counter. "Can you take a break?"
He frowned. "Is everything all right?"
"Yeah. But I need to talk to you."
His frown deepened. "Okay, give me a minute."
I took a seat enjoying the aroma of steamed onions and the succulent sliders—a food item that I hadn't consumed since my stomach stopp
