When you’re out at a bar, do you ever look at a cigarette-filled ashtray and say, “Yeah, I could eat that.”
Daily Archives: February 10, 2010
I recently started dating this woman. She’s 73. She’s good looking and thin. I’m not gonna lie to you. If she were ugly or a fatty, I’d tell you.
However, she has a son who is about 25 years older than me. He’s been giving me a lot of attitude lately. Frankly, I’m out of ideas. How am I supposed to be a father to this kid? He won’t call me “Sir” or “Mr. Powers” and I am sick and tired of the disrespect.
Vacation to Thailand. Occurred Jan. 23 – Feb. 1, 2010, Written Feb. 10, 2010.
Thailand was supposed to be the greatest vacation ever. My spirits were high as I imagined a vacation of epic proportions. It had so many things going for it. For starters, a university buddy of mine, Grant, who I hadn’t seen in years was to meet me in Bangkok. Plus I had a good friend, Isaac, who lived in Bangkok. After a weekend of tom-foolery and wild debaucheries in Bangkok, Grant and I would head to Kho Pha Ngan, the Thai island famous for full moon parties and other forms of trouble (both legal and not so legal). I would throw the guide book in trash can and let the wind guide the two of us; two handsome bachelors on a whirlwind tour of Southeast Asia.
Sadly, Grant grant canceled just 10 days before the trip. He cited work and girlfriend conflicts. This was a disaster. What was I supposed to do? I sulked and whined. A huge problem was I couldn’t go to Kho Pha Ngan anymore. Without Grant to split the bill with, I couldn’t afford the hotels and there would be no discount on air travel that I would have gotten by purchasing two tickets. Where was I gonna go? How would I get there? Argh!
After a couple hours of non-productive whining, I decided I needed a change of heart. I was suffering from severe culture shock from living in Korea and I needed a temporary reprieve to recharge my batteries.
I was going on this vacation no matter what and damn it, I was going to have a good time too! Continue reading
Beginning in March, I will be a writing instructor at a women’s university in Seoul, South Korea. At first, I raised my hands to Heaven and thanked the Almighty for such a precious gift.
I imagined that my lectures would not only be a place of tapping into their creative spirits, but also a place where 40 beautiful 20-year old women and one older man could have massive pillow fights where we’re all laughing and accidentally falling on top of each other.
When not pillow fighting, we would have meaningful conversations about their awful boyfriends during my private office hours. Continue reading