KC and NYC Get a Divorce
Kids, New York City and I want to tell you that we both care for you very very much, and this conversation is not because of you. This is hard for both of us to say, and we want you to but we're getting a permanent divorce.
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.
Kids, New York City and I want to tell you that we both care for you very very much, and this conversation is not because of you. This is hard for both of us to say, and we want you to but we're getting a permanent divorce.
<p><img src="/files/u46/kc_zombie.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="299" /></p><p>(That's me, if you can believe it.)</p><p>I'm not just your favorite writer, I'm also a classically-trained, world-famous actor. I've performed in a wide range of roles in three (count 'em 1, 2, 3!) Oscar-worthy films.</p>
If you think you're going to make it big in the dancing, acting, singing, writing or drawing worlds, you've got to come to a bit of reality. If you want the arts to be your career, you have to get a job first. And jobs usually suck.
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I had no idea what to expect at my first White Zombie concert. Would Rob Zombie and that hot bass player chick actually be in my little hometown? Would somebody rob me so they could buy drugs? Was I going to see real boobs for the first time?
I might have been the only person in history JEALOUS that my friends attended a Hootie and the Blowfish concert without me. It was alright though because I bought tickets for White Zombie - the concert experience that would change my life.
<p><img src="/files/u46/Easter_Bunny_in_jumpsuit.gif" alt="" width="386" height="650" /> </p><p>Hey gang, it's audience participation time! You get to answer my questions with stories and anecdotes. Fill in the comment box and tell me your deepest, darkest, chocolate-y secrets.</p>
My 21-year-old brother Lil Bot (I'm Big Bot) came to The Big Apple during his Spring Break so he could see me, party down, and get cultured--our mom wanted this to be more than a drunken fiasco like our usual meetings.
<p>Hey gang, sorry I haven't been writing my usual Weekly Questions bit. I'm sure your days have been unfulfilled for a while. So I'll try to ask extra-good questions. Remember, it's audience participation time. Just leave a comment to answer these questions. And do it honestly, because I'll know if you're cheating.</p>
Transfer to the easiest school you find with the hottest chicks. Sure your family is a legacy at Harvard, but are there hot chicks there? No, but you can be damn sure Maxim picks up plenty of babes from Miami State Community College.
I belong at NYC's Fashion Week about as much as I belong at a smart people's convention. But shit happens and I found myself bartending an event for Fashion Week, 168 hours of small talk with strangers, wearing stupid clothes, and trying to be popular.
I don't mean to bring this up, but can we avoid talking about my life for a while? It's great that you're interested in my life and all, but I'm getting tired of explaining how I lost all that weight and about the time I turned down that Victoria's Secret