My Organs and I Write an “Organs and I” Column
My Organs and I are back, writing about writing an "Organs and I" column. How meta, or postmodern or whatever.
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 Organs and I are back, writing about writing an "Organs and I" column. How meta, or postmodern or whatever.
Everybody makes mistakes, even me. I've been learning Korean (slowly) and here are some of the funnier mistakes I've made in the past few weeks.
I signed up to do a temple stay in a Buddhist temple. Not drinking on the weekend was a nice relief, and everything was pretty cool, until some monsters woke up from the dead and started eating everybody.
Somebody gave me a pill and said, "This will help you fuck like a 19-year-old." So I took it. Here's the inner monologue of my back-to-teen-years-banging adventure.
I didn't really think I'd find a calling as a professional mover, but many crews wanted me. Here's how I got stuck moving with Burt, a big white dude known for racism and body odor.
Korean dudes differ from American dudes. I'm getting used to it, but that doesn't mean I don't secretly judge. Here are some big differences I've noticed.
I despise most taxi drivers. In all cities and in every country, they always seem to be assholes. So recently, I enjoyed the pleasure of almost killing a cabbie in Korea.
Recently, a special ladyfriend joined me for a night of her getting really drunk and passing out before any bases were reached. I decided to go through with my promise of cooking breakfast, mainly for morning nookie.
A true revelation occurred when a friend said, "Dude, you're wearing jeans and a red flannel and you have a huge beard, why didn't you just do Super Mario?"
Here's the deal, gigantic spider, if you're going to live in my apartment with me rent-free: I don't ever want to see you. I'll allow us only one run-in a week. Any more than that, and I might squish you.
The heartwarming conclusion to KC's mom and brother's visit to Korea for sightseeing, food, people, and good times. A photo diary of your not-so-typical family reunion!
My mom and brother (Med Bot) visit Korea for some sightseeing, food, people, and general good times. This is my diary of the momentous occasion.