Word: slum
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...girls tried it. And then a few of the housewives began smoking, and finally some of the dads would take a hit or two when they were out of corn whiskey. Now it has reached the point that on weekend nights, it's hard to find anyone in the slum who isn't smoking the mad medicine...
...When the yaba runs out after half the slum's population has been up for two days bingeing, most of the inhabitants feel a bit like Jacky, cooped up in her squalid little hut, her mouth turned up into a vicious little scowl and her eyes squinted and empty and mean. She looks like she wants something. And if she thinks you have what she wants, then look out. She slices at her cuticles with the straight razor. And curses Bing...
...everyone in Jacky's neighborhood is as badly off as Jacky and Bing. And even the slum has its nicer alleys, where the huts are made of finished wood and there are flush toilets and the skittering rats don't root through piles of festering garbage. The teens and twenty-somethings in these parts of the slum also like to smoke yaba, but they look down upon Jacky and Bing and their flagrant, raging addictions. Sure, the cool guys in the neighborhood, guys like Big, with a shaved head, gaunt face and sneering upper lip, drop into Jacky's once...
...another, Big points out, Bing hasn't left the slum neighborhood in a year. He doesn't work. He doesn't do anything but smoke. (Bing just shrugs when I ask if it's true that he hasn't left in a year. "I'm too skinny to leave," he explains, "everyone will know I'm doing yaba.") Big has a job as a pump jockey at a Star gas station. And he has a girlfriend, and he has his motorcycle, a Honda GSR 125, and this weekend, like most weekends, he'll be racing his bike with the other...
...same word used to describe the motorcycle rallying the boys do every weekend. Their lives revolve around these two forms of keng rot. They look forward all week to racing their bikes against other gangs from other neighborhoods. And while they profess to have nothing but disgust for the slum's hard-core addicts, by 4 a.m. that night, in Big's room in his parent's house, on a mattress laid on the floor next to his beloved Honda, Big and his friends are smoking yaba and there suddenly seems very little difference between his crowd and Jacky...