Chapter 72

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Yesterday, I had fried shrimp for dinner. I ate in the living room while watching Fox News. The food was delicious. But the Dragon Lady screwed things up as usual.

She said, "Rook at da way dat you fatha pick his teeth. He so disgusting. His mom da cun. She neva teaching him."

I didn't show my anger—even though I felt like punching her right in the face. I just smiled and let her evil words roll off my back like water from a duck's ass.

"I'll finish the shrimp and watch TV in the bedroom. I know you're not feeling well. Maybe you need a break from me."

"I not seek. You da one who seek. You seek in da head. That why you take da clazy pill."

I relaxed in my bed and turned on baseball. SK won another game. These boys are really riding a streak.

I also watched a show called The Son. It focuses on a wannabe oil baron in Texas. The setting is 1915. In the latest episode, the protagonist cuts off the ear of his adversary. Good stuff.

I prayed to Jesus Christ. I begged him for patience. I find that I'm often in short supply. For instance, I'm neither a psychiatrist nor an endocrinologist. I'm at a loss when it comes to helping my wife.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. 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 who owns a house in Seoul got irritated when someone stuck a political poster to the side of his abode. He peeled it off the building and was promptly arrested. You're not allowed to damage political posters here in South Korea. It's against the law.

I talked to Ken using Facetime.

I said, "Are you excited about flying over next month?"

He said, "Yes."

"Are you doing well in school?"


"Are you studying every day?"


I get a lot of one word answers. I miss my eldest boy a lot. With that said, I think it's best if he stays in America. His mother is a loon, and he doesn't need the stress right now.

I took Rice-Boy Larry to school in my beater. The car sputtered and coughed as we drove to our destination. The one good thing about living in China is that I have no plans to purchase an automobile. All my transportation will be of the public variety. It will be great not having to pay for gasoline and car insurance.

I made it in time to the morning meeting. One of the teachers gave a devotion about how Jesus helps her through turbulent times. For instance, she recently became tired of disciplining the children. The rug-rats just weren't listening to her. So she turned to God to help with anxiety. Now she's as right as rain.

Today was the last day of midterm exams. My ass is dragging. I guess I'll go home and watch baseball.

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