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On Sunday, I walked to church with Rice-Boy Larry. Along the way, we struck up a conversation.
He said, "My teacher want me to go to school at 4 p.m. today."
I sighed heavily. "Let me get this straight. This dude wants you to work on a Sunday?"
He nodded. "Not just me. The entire class."
I sighed again. "Son, Lincoln freed the fucking slaves. And the Lord gave us the sabbath so that we can relax one day a week. That son of a bitch needs to get bent."
"So what should I tell him if I'm a no-show?"
"Blame it on me."
The sermon was OK. We finally finished the Book of Isiah. And after the service, we had coffee and donuts with the pastor. He's a conservative Asian fellow who believes that the Korean illuminati hold secret meetings in Pyongyang to enslave the peninsula's population. But I didn't say a word one way or the other. I stay out of the ROK's political controversies. The last thing I want to do is piss off the local population.
Later that night, I took my boy to a pig-soup restaurant. The food was wonderful, and I drank two bottles of soju while stuffing my fat face with pork.
I swallowed a belt of booze. "Have you heard anything from your mother?"
Larry shook his head. "The last time I talked to her was three weeks ago."
"I hope she's OK."
"She could die for all I care."
I swallowed another shot of booze. "I realize that Mom is a maniac. Yet she is the woman who gave you life."
He shrugged his shoulders. "She fucking left me two times. Once here, and once in communist China."
"Try not to be so unforgiving."
"Fuck her and fuck the horse she rode in on."
We walked back to our apartment complex, and I made a beeline for the smoking area in order to enjoy a Marlboro. Then I forgot the combination to get back into the building. It was the hootch. I was blitzed out of my mind. Luckily, an old couple opened the door for me. Everybody knows me. I'm one of the few white dudes who lives in that neck of the woods.
After that, I watched the UFC. Sadly, the fights were pretty shitty. That's the thing about MMA. Some nights the matches are wonderful, and at other times they're a complete dud.
My day on Monday was quite hectic. I worked straight from 7 to 5. I had a shitload of essays to grade. Those fucking things took forever. That's why I didn't write a blog post.
I eventually got home at 6 p.m. and cooked myself a couple of bacon sandwiches. I also drank a bottle of soju and a big can of beer while sucking down my vittles. Lately, I've been hitting the sauce pretty hard. The alcohol really takes the edge off.
It's now Tuesday, and once again I'm dancing between the raindrops. I have a classroom observation on the horizon, so I spent a great deal of the morning preparing a lesson plan. Most civilians don't realize how hard it actually is to be a teacher. The gig is a real pain in the ass from time to time.
Anyway, God bless you all and thanks for the support.
