Why I Still Rent DVDs at the Store
My friends wonder what the hell I'm doing with my free time seeing crap like Panic Room and Eagle Eye, but at least I don't get high and turn on my cable.
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.
My friends wonder what the hell I'm doing with my free time seeing crap like Panic Room and Eagle Eye, but at least I don't get high and turn on my cable.
I’ve never met anybody with a lower tolerance for caffeine than me. My taste buds also rank pretty low, so I drink the sludgiest, unsweetened, and cheapest java.
BRAIN: The last Saturday we went out with Eddie, we stayed out until 8 in the morning! It fucked up our Monday! Do you really want to do that again? KC: Yes.
I noticed how much my kindergarten students loved Angry Birds, so I started drawing them as rewards on papers. Later, even my university students loved them.
When I realized the "ZXCY" keys on my laptop wouldn't work, along with Control, Function, that Windows thing, or Alt, I called my buddy WAM for a quick fix.
I made the move from PaperMate to Bic when I worked in an office and could steal better pens. Then I got laid off.
"I hope you spend all your Canadian dollars on shitty booze and eat shit on your way out of here. Good night and it was not nice meeting you."
"I must get my thwarting-death genes from you then, huh Dad?" I said. "Nope. You get that from your mother," he replied.
When I arrived at the Coors Brewery with my dad, grandpa, uncles, and brother, I envisioned the ultimate manly bonding experience. Instead, everyone pussied out.
All the coolness of the firehouse made me start questioning my choice of profession as a boring-ass teacher.
My birthday is on December 31st, which is New Year’s Eve. There’s always a party, and 99% of the people in the world don’t need to work the next day. Woo hoo!
I hope you all realized you celebrated my birthday the same time you rang in the New Year! Here's how my night of annual double celebration debauchery began.