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...gunfire is deafening as Ryan Peake, 20, and two of his high school friends blast away at a cadre of terrorists. It's 6:30 p.m. in the PC caf?, part of a nondescript strip mall in the Orange County, Calif. suburb of Garden Grove, and there are about twenty customers inside playing the online game Counterstrike against kids in the other twenty cybercafes within a four-mile radius. In the game, users play either terrorists or counterterrorists locked in a violent faceoff. Although Peake dislikes the kids on the terrorist side who give themselves handles like Osama's Mama...
...Adrenaline bursts aside, it's hard to feel invincible inside the PC caf? these days. Phuong Huu Ly, 20, a junior at Santa Ana college, wanted to play Counterstrike here one night at the end of December but all the computers were taken, so he stepped out for a smoke. Once outside, according to police, he encountered four gang members, one of who allegedly stabbed him in the head with a screwdriver. He died in a nearby hospital eight hours later. Police have said that Ly was a "gang associate" and that the slaying may have been the result...
...cybercafes up in Los Angeles and Irvine, and security is expensive. On a typical night, 40% of their customers at 8 p.m. are underage. And besides, owners argue, most of the cafes have unblemished records. "Nobody's gambling here," says Steve Choi, 36, dapper-looking owner of the Net2Net caf?. "There's no pornography. They're not drunk. They play games, they learn how to use the computer and then they go home. It's better than hanging around...
...maybe let us ... you know ... " Yuko giggles. (They've heard of groupies who have partied with the band.) Passing men notice them, and the girls know they can always use them for a free meal or a bed. But they settle in a manga kissa, a brightly lit caf? lined with shelves of comic books and crowded with other teens, curling up until morning, when they'll hop a train to the next stop on the boy band's tour...
...early 1970s we used to sit around a little caf? and listen to old-timers talk about the harlequin days before the war when Cambodia was full of charm. Even the poor ate well then, we were told. We fervently wanted to believe that some day, when the fighting was over, the country would return to that bucolic ideal. It never happened. The war never really ended, as the pictures in this book painfully remind us. If you look closely around the edges of Neveu's pictures taken in the 1990s you see a modicum of prosperity and happiness creeping...