Some momo story on a cold day

There's something comforting about warm momo on a cold day with spicy sauce and soup with friends and family watching it rain cold outside, chill music playing inside, a joint or two or three passing around, guys and girls eating juicy momos. Yeah, on a cold rainy day in a quiet Kathmandu corner with folks playing taas in the background, you're not drinking but when was drinking the king anyway, the weed is good and the love next to you incredible. Her eyes, oof her eyes, that of a deer, large and naughty or perhaps it's just you because she's just so goddamn adorable and you can keep talking to her for all day and all night and over and over again for ever and ever.

He took a sip from the tall glass in front, the green drink that someone had said was horny-toe. They had laughed nonstop for half an hour, why would anyone ever call their drink a horny tow and what idiot would drink it anyway but there it was and everyone had laughed until stomachs were aching and she stared into his eyes laughing, him into hers and they kissed. There's something about kissing in front of all your friends in public for the first time as if it was some sort of real official for sure validation, this was real now they were not afraid of anything or anyone the world be damned they were goddamn men and women and the world was their oyster.]

Peanut sauce, it wasn't common, they didn't usually do a lot of peanut because peanut was supposed to be an appetizer, a sitan you ate while drinking, a spiced salad to build up your appetite not something liquidy you dipped your momo into. The taste was weird, the texture was gritty, something was off, it just wasn't the same, tomato sauce was good, put anything in it literally whatever you want and it would be fine but put the most expensive spices in the peanut sauce and you'd get maybe a mediocre momo sauce at the very best.

He sucked in the joint long and hard held the breath for as long as he could, puffed up his cheeks and then breathed back the cheek smoke in. The sharp stream of smoke dissipated gradually into the air as he breathed it out of his nose. He looked like an angry dragon who had had a long day at work and had come back smoking out of his nose in rage at his boss.

He looked outside at the rain. Big drops of rain, drop drop dripping on the puddles on the street. He would have to go. This was as good as it got here. He would go. There was no other way to do this. He would start looking for tickets.

There's something green about the oranges, he always found. The lunches are A horse is a horse is a horse wherever you look at it from. Particularly from the rear end. A horse kicks, a horse neighs, a horse shows its ugly mouth when it laughs, a horse has a tall face that can only be described horsey.