Screeeeeeech, thump, I look out the window of my apartment and see a guy lying in the middle of the street after apparently getting mowed down by a taxi that was probably going 30 mph. And he never moved. Ouch.
Luckily (unluckily for the driver) this all went down right in front of the police station across the street.
For you white folks who don’t get the joke, “dae han min gook” is the Korean way of saying “Korea”, and it’s also what you’ll hear people chanting during World Cup games.
The other night I was watching Korea vs. Nigeria at 3:30 am and after halftime I took Terry down the street to watch the game at a chicken hof (a place that serves beer & fried chicken) where I got drunk and Terry caught the attention of some lady and her moderately-doable friend’s cleavage! Good boy, now find me some girls who are 10 years younger…
Cory and Sarah were in town last week so they came over to eat watermelon and provide background commentary for the long-awaited video tour of my, uh, “crib”. Do people still use that word?
This place is pretty sweet… I’ve got a dishwasher which is pretty unheard of in Korea, and the washing machine also dries! I don’t even own a drying rack. The crown jewel of this place is, of course, the smoking lounge! Or the big TV on the wall? Eh, let’s call it a tie.