The Finale
I found him sitting down on some small stairs on the rooftop part of the building, looking at the city night view. Beer can in his hand. It would be dawn in several hours, the time when the sky should be the darkest. But it is never truly dark in a Singapore night, as the lights of the millions of souls living in the city brighten up the eternally starless night sky.
“That was one hell of a party,” I said, sitting down on one stair above him.
“Well, it’s one hell of a year.” He took a sip from his can.