Chapter 36

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Yesterday, I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while taking a nasty shit. An American soldier in Pusan got arrested for allegedly raping a Korean woman. He met the girl over the internet. Later, they met for dinner and drinks. She claims that he forced himself upon her while she was drunk. The soldier maintains his innocence.

The American military isn't well liked by the locals. Koreans see the average grunt as being both savage and stupid. And I have to tell you the truth. Lots of drunk soldiers and sailors have a tendency to get a bit boisterous on the weekends. With that said, the vast majority strike me as normal young men. They're here as a trip-wire in case the North Koreans get stupid. Their jobs aren't easy.

I talked to Ken over Facetime. He's still doing very well in school. Next year, he plans to take honor classes exclusively. I feel bad. I wanted him to visit this summer, but it doesn't look like I'll have enough money to fly him to the ROK. It sucks being a broke dead dick. Sometimes, I feel as if I'm a sack of shit. Take my advice. Do your best to find a job which makes you rich. Being a member of the working class truly sucks ass.

I drove to school in my sixteen-year-old Samsung car. The radio recently started working again. I listened to Paul McCartney's Band on the Run. I hummed the tune joyfully. Then I realized that I'm a fat old geezer with rotten teeth and hairy ears. My mood plummeted like a dead bird falling out of a tree.

I met my co-workers in the library at 9 a.m. One of the staff gave a devotion about Peter's last meeting with Jesus in the Gospel of John. Jesus asks Peter for his love on three separate occasions—symbolically forgiving the fisherman for his previous denials. He then tells his disciple the bad news about his own future crucifixion. As we all know, Peter was eventually crucified upside down by the Roman powers that be. It's not always easy following Christ.

I had lunch in the cafeteria with my fellow teachers. I try my best to be a social butterfly. I ate spaghetti mixed with bacon. The meal was actually pretty good.

In the afternoon, I was called to a meeting about my syllabi. I'm teaching three classes, so I had to write three separate documents showing what I plan to do over the semester. Personally, I think middle and high school children are too young for syllabi. All that paper usually gets turned into airplanes. Detailed weekly lesson plans are far more effective. But I'm not going to argue. Intricate lesson plans are a pain in the balls, so why would I be stupid enough to broach the topic?

The Dragon Lady is working today. She brought Rice-Boy Larry with her. She won't be home till later tonight—which is good news. I might use my time alone to watch porno and jerkoff. My blue balls have been killing me.

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