My Personal Helper Monkey
Dear Helping Paws Primates, I had a bad accident and could be paralyzed at any minute, which is why I'm writing to you: I need my own helper monkey.
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.
Dear Helping Paws Primates, I had a bad accident and could be paralyzed at any minute, which is why I'm writing to you: I need my own helper monkey.
Don't look at failing as failure. Look at it as a learning experience. Unless you're failing to hit the brakes just before an oncoming freight train, failure isn't a life or death situation. You'll be okay.
<p>People don't come to bars just to get drunk, hit on yetis, avoid their wives and shit on the windows. Since they're generally boring and/or revolting, they come to talk. When it's slow and I can't avoid them by flirting with 19-year-old NYU students or by counting ice cubes, I have to listen. Why do people think I care about their ex-wives, boy-toys or other problems? </p>
<p>If you're in university, you're probably finishing up finals and getting ready to go home. If you're not, and I'm entertaining you during your boring workday, you're probably just slacking off until your weekend -- as usual. Well, here are some easy questions that won't factor into your final grade or annual performance report...</p>
After a glorious night of flirting, KC brings a girl back to his bachelor pad. Whether he can get all his organs to cooperate long enough to have sex with her is another story.
<p>It's time to make your list and check it twice, and answer some questions. </p><p>1. I could use a slingshot, some new underwear and either a computer cleaning or a brand-new laptop. What do you want for Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza?</p><p>2. What's worse, holiday music in November and December, or the fact that stores start putting out Valentine's Day shit on December 26th?</p>
After a glorious night of flirting, exchanged glances and shots, KC manages to bring a girl back to his bachelor pad. Whether he can get all his organs to cooperate long enough to have sex with her is another story.
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I think we really need to insert the humanity back into the breaking of fingers, shooting dudes or making sure there aren't any snipers around. That's why I'm asking you for a position in the hired muscle field.
<p><img src="/files/u46/bush-turkey-mad.jpg" alt="" width="400" height="313" /></p><p>Before you stuff yourself silly, or after depending on when you read this, answer a few of my Weekly Questions.</p><p>1. What are you thankful for?</p>
Mary Jane, Crystal, Harry, and newcomer druggies Val and Cracker attend the weekly NA meeting, only this time in a public park, where the temptation to sell themselves to kids becomes too much to resist.
<p>Hola Mexican guys that run the fruit mart down the street from me,</p>