Welcome

Long ago I made a promise (10 minutes ago to be exact). I gave my word to a wide eyed and hopeful young man named Chris that I would create a free blog for all to see. In my opinion I should be charging you to view it, but my grammar is horrendous, and I cannot justify asking the public for money in order to fund my tales of debauchery in Korea. For the record, I am very much in the bag right now, a.k.a. drunk to all you virgins out there (don't worry, God still has a place for you in His Kingdom). For the next year, I will be sharing my tales experienced in the Land of the Morning Calm with you, my closest admirers. Yes, I will be reporting these stories with all three of you, but keep in mind you are in a very select category. To my closest of closest friends, in the haunting words of Josh Groban, "you raise me up so I can stand on mountains, you raise me up, to walk on stormy seas."

I love you all, and I bid you adieu. Until the next blog, but for now I must drop a log. Was that too predictable? I thought so. Yet, I am in Korea, and for those who do understand me are half a world away. Therefore, one should not give two shits about what one says. In the age of the Internet, it is advisable that others should fear what they convey to the public, however, I shit fear for breakfast. That's right, I am so mad that I only have time to shit, and not prepare an English muffin with strawberry jam and freshly cut lemon zest gracing it's warm surface.

As Mother Teresa once said, " the most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved." If you have sentiments relating to such a statement, do not talk to me, and perhaps seek some professional help.

It's been a slice.

Best regards,

Dave P. in Korea