KC Travels Back in Time to Meet His Irish Ancestor
KC meets Mick Brady, his great-great-grandfather, as Mick exits a boat on Ellis Island after a long journey from Ireland.
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.
KC meets Mick Brady, his great-great-grandfather, as Mick exits a boat on Ellis Island after a long journey from Ireland.
KC and the Organ Gang survived the chair lift, and made it to the peak of the mountain. Now he just needs to survive the actual snowboarding.
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_bulletproof.jpg" alt="" width="363" height="273" /></p><p><em>(Yeah, this isn't suspicious at all...)</em> </p>
<p>Nothing warms my adamantium heart like a douchebag getting what he deserves. And this, my gentle readers, is one of those times. </p>
I recently snowboarded in Vail. I'm fine in sub-zero temperatures, but I'm terrified of heights. Chair lifts are the reason I'm not a snow bunny.
<p><img src="/files/u46/steve_brule.jpg" width="400" height="261" /> <em>"Wine was invented by the Romans. For orgies. And orgies are no fun when no-one wants to do with you."</em> -Dr. Steve Brule "For Your Health"</p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_fight_and_wine_002.jpg" alt="It's time to get mean..." width="389" height="292" /> </p><p><em>(It's time to get mean...)</em> </p><p>A lot of people think all bouncers do is fight. That's far from the truth. We also stand around a lot and hope our booty calls text message us back. But, (un)fortunately, there are times we do NEED to fight. </p>
It's not that I hate all music, it's just that I hate most of it. Because let's admit it, most of it sucks. Here's a rundown of the tunes that boil my blood.
<p>Living with dudes is cool. You're bros. You share beer, toothbrushes, and the four dishes, two spoons and eight forks. But dudes also take big smelly craps and steal the treat whiskey you've stashed in your sock drawer.</p><p>Now, I'm living with one of my best friend's girlfriends. This is about the third time I've lived with one of my buddies' ladies.</p>
<p> <img src="/files/u46/t2_kc.jpg" alt="" width="397" height="461" /></p><p><em><strong>(My usual Valentine's Day gets a kiss from yours truly)</strong></em> </p>
<p><img src="/files/u46/bounce_money_001.jpg" alt="Bouncers like money..." width="389" height="292" /></p><p><strong>(Bouncers like money...so give us some!)</strong> </p>
So I finally died. It was pretty spectacular. But here's what happened when I finally arrived at the Pearly Gates, ready to party in Heaven.