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(Rich kids get a lot of breaks.)

Yesterday, I got home at 6 p.m. and washed my hands and feet. After that, I changed into my jammies. Then my wife put supper on the table. We had rice, fish, and vegetable pancakes. It wasn’t the best-tasting food in the world. But I’m on a strict diet because I’m sick and tired of being a huge fat ass. Obesity is slowly killing me. For instance, my knees are constantly throbbing due to the fact that my joints and muscles simply can’t handle the weight. And now that I’ve lost thirty pounds, I can certainly feel the difference. Climbing the stairs no longer feels like a death march.

I looked at the Dragon Lady. “I found a part-time gig at a local study room. All I have to do is sit there for three hours a night on Saturdays. It pays fifteen bucks an hour.”

“But you not speak da Kolean ranruage.”

I shrugged. “The owner doesn’t seem care.”

“You teach Engrish to da children?”

“No. In fact, I don’t do anything. I simply have to relax in a chair and keep my eyes on the kids. He wants to make sure that nobody is smoking. I also have to take their money if they decide to buy snacks.”

She shot me a puzzled glance. “Why you do dis?”

“To pay for my sports.”

I spend roughly 500 bucks a year to get football, basketball, and baseball over the internet. My wife always bitches about my hobby. Now she’ll have to keep her trap shut.

I shoveled the vittles into my mouth as I viewed the game between the Knicks and Celtics. Jaylen Brown took a night off, and New York took advantage by mercilessly pummeling Boston. I was impressed with the play of Jalen Brunson. He’s a tough little spark plug of a man who can bully guards around the league with his physical strength. If I were as tough as him, I’d beat the shit out of the entire world. I’m that angry most of the time. So it’s a good thing I’m a doughy wimp.

Later, I watched another episode of Red Rose on Netflix. The British children are making the demon angry with their drugs, booze, and sex. He won’t be happy until he kills them all. I recently wrote a novel which features an angry demon. I’m currently editing the tome. I doubt if anyone will buy it. With that said, I think it’s better than Red Rose. So perhaps lightning will strike. Stranger things have happened.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. and slept like the dead. Then I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of coffee. After that, I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a shit. A kid from Jeju Island was recently bullied at a private school located in Seoul. The kids called him a Jeju pig and a communist. This island is famous for a huge government-sponsored slaughter back in 1950. Over 30,000 people were slaughtered on the suspicion that they were sympathetic to North Korea. But I don’t get involved in local matters. Therefore, I don’t have an opinion one way or the other.

Anyway, one of the bullies is the son of a powerful politician. The kid was given a pass for his bad behavior. Many Koreans are now angry that the child received special treatment due to his family’s wealth and connections. I find that lots of Koreans are idealists. They continually cry out against injustice. But as an American, I’m used to seeing the sons and daughters of politicians getting admitted to lofty institutions such as Harvard and Yale due to their status. And let me tell you the truth. I never lost of minute of sleep worrying about it.