Chapter 78

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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. Korea's former president, Park Geun-hye, is currently languishing in prison as she awaits her criminal trial. I have no idea why the woman was denied bail. She certainly poses no threat to her fellow citizens. Nor is she a flight risk. I often wonder if the peninsula is actually a democracy. I should probably shut my mouth, or I'll end up in the cell next to her.

I called Ken using Facetime. He's looking forward to coming for a visit. His plane arrives on the 26th of May.

He said, "I want to go to Daejon to meet the family."

I said, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Your mother still isn't talking to her sisters."

My heart goes out to the boy. His Korean family doesn't love him. In fact, they feel absolutely nothing for my son. Even his very own mother treats him like an asshole. Nevertheless, he desperately craves their affection. His plight brings tears to my eyes.

I said, "You should come with me to China. If mom gives us any problems, I'll throw her ass to the curb."

He said, "How would I go to college?"

"There are lots of universities in China that teach in English."

"I'd rather stay in Texas. It's nice here."

"Well, my door is always open."

I got to school early. I called my mother using Facebook Messenger.

She said, "How's your wife's health?"

"I'm not sure. We never talk much."

"Does that ever make you sad?"

"Not really. I'm sort of used to it. Besides, not everything is terrible. She still cooks and does the laundry. It's kind of like having an angry maid living in the house."

I attended the morning meeting. Mr. Lipps talked and talked and talked. I just smiled and nodded like the village idiot. I'm wonderful that way.

Classes went smoothly. The seniors are still reading In Our Time by Ernest Hemingway. We're also reading a short story by Ray Bradbury. It's about the aftermath of a nuclear war. The protagonist is a house. I'm not a huge fan of Bradbury. He's a filthy pagan.

We had another meeting after school. Too many students are wearing make-up. One of the teachers spoke very passionately about this subject.

He said, "Don't underestimate the problem. Make-up leads to dating and sex. It also leads to smoking and drinking."

I simply don't understand young liberal Christians. They feel extremely threatened by tobacco, beer, and normal sexuality. But they're the first ones to run to the rescue of a male cocksucker or an abortionist. Maybe I'm the asshole.

I got home at 6 p.m. The Dragon Lady served me dinner. After eating, I went to the bedroom and watched television. The peace was wonderful.

I paid homage to the Christ God before going to sleep. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. I really want Ken to come and live with us again. But I also want what's best for the boy. Life is often a pisser.

I slept like the dead.

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