• I stared at the rain that poured onto the window of the black car I sat in. I was buckled into the back seat and watching the streets zoom by, blurred by the rain. It was warm in the car, and I was even warmer because of my street clothes. I was bundled up in a beanie; a big, white, furry coat; scarf; gloves; and boots. But under it all I was still the scrawny, bruised and battered Chinese boy.
    My Master, who was driving, looked back at me through the rear veiw mirror.
    "Hey... you better not give this customer any trouble, got it?" he said, firmly. I looked to him, staring into his eyes through the mirror.
    "Do I ever?" I asked. He frowned and turned to look back at me, having stopped at a red light.
    "Don't back talk to me, boy. Do I need to hit you again?" he snapped. I stared at him for a moment then looked back out the window.
    "No, sir."
    "... Good." he turned back and kept driving when the light changed to green.