10 Days in Korea (Part 2 of 4)
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.
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 mom and brother (Med Bot) visit Korea for some sightseeing, food, people, and general good times. This is my diary of the momentous occasion.
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.
The question I'm asked the most from friends, besides, "Have you banged a Korean girl yet?" is "Have you kicked anybody's ass out there yet?" And the answers are "Well, duh," and, "Not in this lifetime."
Somebody told me British people were smarter than Americans, so I decided I would sound British. I reread The Chronicles of Narnia to find out how to be British.
Here are some more stories about me in Korea. Enjoy and share some of yours with me in the comment section!
The appeal of gang memberships never really made sense to me. Neither has understanding the fear of gang members. Here's why.
I've been teaching in Korea for a little more than a year, and here are some of the odd things that happen every day.
Shit. Feels like. Not a testes tap. Like, a slow squeeze. Like when the doctor makes you turn your head and cough, but he's not letting go.
Every now and then, I'll write a song. I don't sing and don't play an instrument, because I have no musical talents whatsoever. But, here's one of my songs anyway.
The last time I moved into the dorms was ten years ago and I was a student. Now, I am the master, um, of students. I am no longer Casey Teacher, but Professor Freeman.
This is written from a dream I dreamed 20 minutes ago. SCENE: KC and some girl are floating in space with some sort of bubble protecting him.
Feast your eyes on something Shakespeare wishes his bitch-ass would have written. I penned this masterpiece for my kindergarten's English play. Enjoy!