Drinking in Seoul

(Many Koreans enjoy alcohol.)

Yesterday, I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a nasty shit. Two men hit the streets of Seoul to partake in heavy drinking. And this shouldn’t come as any surprise. Many Koreans love to drink. Their alcohol of choice is called soju, and you can buy a bottle of the stuff for under two dollars. Anyway, at the end of the evening, one of the gentlemen saw a woman to his liking. So he approached the female and asked for her phone number. She promptly told him to get bent, and the guy’s friend took umbrage at the lady’s lack of manners. He punched her in the face, shattering her nose.

I ate hash browns for breakfast as I watched the news on the internet. CNN hosted a town hall in New Hampshire for Orange Donald. Trump proceeded to steamroll journalist Kaitlan Collins who appeared to be out of her depth. The crowd ate his words like sweet candy, applauding rabidly at all of his jokes. Needless to say, the libtards went nuts. They crucified CNN for giving Donald such a wonderful platform to spew his rhetoric. And all I can do is scratch my head. Love him or hate him, Trump is without a doubt the republican presidential candidate in 2024. Are we supposed to ignore him, simply pretending that he doesn’t exist? Good luck with that.

I called my mother using Facebook Messenger.

I said, “How are you doing?”

She said, “Not so good.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s your niece, Elizabeth. She really hosed me.”

“I’m not surprised. That girl’s a pistol.”

“I’ve been letting her live in my condo rent free with her stinking boyfriend. And all I asked was that they pay the condo fee. Well, I got an email from the association’s president. She hasn’t given him a dime in over fifteen months. So now I’m in the hole for $4,000.”

“That sucks.”

“Nurse Ken told me to kick them out.”

“You can’t do that. Sis will never forgive you.”

She nodded. “It’s a delicate situation. I talked to Sis the other night, and she read Elizabeth the riot act.”

“And?”

“Your niece promised to pay off the debt by giving the president an extra $800 a month until she’s square.”

I sighed heavily. “Can you trust her to do it?”

“Probably not. But the president says he’ll get in touch with me if she turns into a deadbeat. Then I’ll evict them both.” Mom sadly shook her head from side to side. “Yet I feel guilty. I don’t know why.”

“Don’t be silly. Your conscience should be clean. You’re giving her a good deal.”

“I guess.”

My day at work went well. I’m currently reading an autobiographical story with the middle schoolers called To Da-Duh, In Memoriam. It’s about a little girl from Brooklyn who travels to Barbados and meets her crazy grandmother. I really like the tale, but the kids think it sucks.

I said, “I’m really surprised you guys hate it so much. Many of you are facing the same situation. You’re from other countries, and now you’re trying to fit into a strange culture.”

One boy raised his hand. “There’s no action.”

“Not all conflicts are gun duels or fistfights.”

He shrugged. “I guess it simply isn’t my cup of tea.”

“Fair enough.”

Later that night, I went to my part-time job. I sold soda and chips at the study room to exhausted Korean students. I also watched the game between the 76ers and the Celtics. Philadelphia lost because they went ice cold with three minutes remaining in the contest. Bunch of chokers.

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