korea looks like a woman

(at least it does to The Meowking, after he's had a few beers.)

rico had a fight with a payphone on the street last night. that's what we get for hanging out in k-town so much. all that aggression's starting to bleed through.

waiting for meowk and rico to arrive, i had to chat with this down-on-his-luck korean guy named "david" at the bar. i was trying to give him my "sympathetic listener" character, but i was ready to shoot somebody. he was going off on this faux-macho tirade about the differences between korean women and chinese women, and started whining about how asian men are at the "bottom of the totem pole". (he kept using this fucking "totem pole" metaphor.)

justin, the 21-year-old bartender, tried to keep up the conversation (since i wasn't responding): "you know who i think are below asian men? i mean, i don't know if you want to consider them 'asian', but indian guys. i think they're lower than us!"

korean david: "no, i think they're above us. you know who else are above us? mexicans. a nice tall mexican man? forget about it..."

around here, i start texting Meowk trying to figure out how late he's gonna be.

what people don't understand is that i don't hate people for the mere sake of hating people. i hate people for sound reasons.

on the lighter side of the news, some of the punches sara delivered to me on saturday have since blossomed into a lovely black and blue mark. ladies love malice. (love to harm him.)