My Organs and I Try to Read the New PIC Stuff
KC: Can everyone shut up for a second? I'm trying to think about good ideas. HEART: If we just believe in ourselves, the art of writing will come.
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.
KC: Can everyone shut up for a second? I'm trying to think about good ideas. HEART: If we just believe in ourselves, the art of writing will come.
BRAIN: People who enjoy dick and fart jokes have ADHD and make goldfish's memories seem photographic. Face it, no one remembers you.
Yuri the Ukrainian, in a move to appear smooth, would sneak under girls' umbrellas and grope them. I didn't know his friends, but I thought this was pretty weird.
I was dehydrated and could barely stand after a three-hour cross-training workout. Then life presented me with whiskey, a hot woman, and a couple of whales.
I’m a youngish white male with advanced degrees. That kind of stuff would get my ass kicked in the US of A, but in the R of K that makes me a pretty hot item.
JUNK: We’re downloading and watching porn. For as long as possible. Hours and hours of it. BRAIN: Don’t you think that’s just a tad bit wrong?
"I know it is Christmas Eve, but you would be going to kindergarten dressed as Santa Claus," my boss Sunny said. I accepted in an instant, and never regretted it.
Not having sex for 41 days isn't that hard, especially because it wasn't happening anyway. But not beating one down from time to time is another story entirely.
JUNK: Yeah, why don’t we get a tattoo above me that says, “I’m open for anything.” KC: I don’t think that’s the message we want out there, because, um, we’re not.
“Your father wants to drive you to the airport and have a talk with you,” my mom said. Even at the ripe young age of 32, these words scared the crap out of me.
"Did I forget to mention that your uncles and I are immune to poison ivy? Doesn’t do shit to us. So maybe you’ve got a 50/50 chance of catching that gene, son."
Originally, I bought the zipper tie as a joke, but since nobody in my family wears ties except for me, I thought I may as well give this one a shot.