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KC was born in Oregon, raised in the Dakotas, educated in Colorado, groomed in NYC, and now teaches in Seoul, South Korea. He misses sleeping until noon, drinking nightly, and getting shot down by college girls. He still gets shot down by college girls. Casey "KC" Freeman finished college a few years ago and he's still trying to incorporate the things he learned into his everyday life. So far, at the end of the workday not a single coworker can pack their bookbag faster than KC. At the beginning of his career at PIC he was gainfully employed as an editor at one of the worst magazines in existence, but has also worked as a bartender, day laborer, telemarketer, public relations rep, swim coach, bouncer, KFC cook, pizza delivery boy, lifeguard and trucker. Now he's an English teacher in South Korea. Life, work and the oddities in between inspire him to create things that enhance souls. Even though he's the greatest, he wants you to know that You're the Best.

Comedy Writing

Failed Column Ideas from the Slush Pile

Every so often, I like to write a column of failed column ideas. Usually, they're a hit, which proves that even when I think I'm writing something shitty, people still think I'm funny.

Watch Out for the Banana: Part 3 of 3

<p><em>(Hey folks. Here's part three of my short story, "Watch Out for the Banana." It's probably best to read part one and two first.)</em></p><p><a href="/blogs/casey-freeman/watch-out-for-banana-part-2-3">« Back to Part 2</a></p>

Watch Out for the Banana: Part 2 of 3

<p><em>(Hey folks. Here's part two of my short story, "Watch Out for the Banana." It's probably best to read part one first.) </em></p><p><a href="/blogs/casey-freeman/watch-out-for-banana-part-1-3">« Back to Part 1</a></p>

Watch Out for the Banana: Part 1 of 3

<p><em>(Hello faithful readers and folks looking for naked penis pictures! This is kc with another short story, in three parts. The next two parts are on their way. Enjoy! And tell your friends!)</em></p><p>"You ever stab anybody?" ET asks me, craning his long neck, staring at me with his wide eyes.</p><p>"Um, no."</p><p>"You ever been stabbed?"</p>

My Organs and I Stay at Home

KC and his Organs chill by themselves in his Seoul apartment, the Bomb Shelter, on a Friday night. Deprived of a weekend night out, Junk gets all kinds of ideas.

KC vs. Acupuncture

Without warning, a needle sticks in the front of my calf. And thus began my swift introduction to acunpuncture, in which a Korean doc assaulted my back, politely.

Running Away, Part 2

<p><em>(Here's some more of my short fiction, or PICtion. Enjoy the rest of this piece. You're the best -- kc.)</em></p><p><strong>Part 2 of 2</strong></p><p><a href="/blogs/casey-freeman/running-away">« Back to Part 1</a></p>

Running Away, Part 1

<p><em>(Howdy gang. This is another piece of short Points in Case fiction, or as I like to call it "PICtion." I hope you like it. Actually, I just hope you read it. Enjoy. You're the best -- kc) </em></p> <p><strong>Part 1 of 2</strong></p>

The Worst Smell Ever, Part 3 (The Finale)

<p><em>AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello dear fans, casual readers and pervs looking for semi-nude photos of Ashley Garmany. On your computer screen sits a three-part series of semi-short, semi-fiction and hopefully all-the-way funny story called "The Worst Smell Ever." I wrote this in about 90 minutes—an eon in KC Time. I hope you enjoy the change from penis jokes to something else.</em> </p>

The Worst Smell Ever, Part 2

<p><em>AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello dear fans, casual readers and pervs looking for semi-nude photos of Ashley Garmany. On your computer screen sits a three-part series of semi-short, semi-fiction and hopefully all-the-way funny story called "The Worst Smell Ever." I drunkenly wrote this in about 90 minutes—an eon in KC Time. I hope you enjoy the change from penis jokes to something else.</em></p>

The Worst Smell Ever, Part 1

<p><em>AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello dear fans, casual readers and pervs looking for semi-nude photos of Ashley Garmany. On your computer screen sits a three-part series of semi-short, semi-fiction and hopefully all-the-way funny story called "The Worst Smell Ever." I drunkenly wrote this in about 90 minutes—an eon in KC Time. I hope you enjoy the change from penis jokes to something else.</em></p>

All White People Look Alike

For some reason people like to compare themselves and me to movie stars or celebrities. Here are a few I've been compared to by my fellow humans recently.

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