Yesterday, I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Then I read the newspaper while taking a nasty shit. A Korean rapper smoked liquid marijuana with one of his bitches. The woman in question turned him over to the police. The powers that be leaned on her hard, and she sang like a canary. He was ordered to give a hair sample, and the sample tested positive. Smoking weed is a big deal here on the peninsula. This poor bastard will be punished severely. He might even get banned from working for a year or two. I often wonder if South Korea is actually a democracy.
The Dragon Lady drove to Daejon to get her hormone levels checked. She no longer has a thyroid. I truly hope that she dies soon. I'm tired of looking at her ugly face.
I drove Rice-Boy Larry to school. We left the apartment early. He's part of the praise team, and they practice on Fridays. I'm a little disappointed. I thought he sang and danced. Well, it turns out that he only dances. That boy is a dancing fool.
I went to the morning prayer meeting. Female Paul led the festivities. She gave us stats about prostitution on the peninsula. It turns out that eight out of every ten Korean males have dipped their wicks in an Asian harlot. I guess that stat is supposed to make me feel outraged. But, if the truth be known, I've got other fish to fry.
I take Lexapro. The medication really helps with my intrusive thoughts. Plus it relieves my anxiety. However, I'm currently out of the medication.
I called Ken on the phone.
I said, "I'm going to sneak out of work. Meet me by the doctor's office. I need a translator."
He agreed. Ken is wonderful that way.
I drove my beater at a breakneck pace in order to get my crazy pills. My son explained the problem in Korean to the nurses. They jabbered and laughed.
He said, "Mom was here last week. She has your Lexapro. She stole it from you again."
The Dragon Lady likes to display her power by hiding my meds. It's not a huge deal. I never get severe withdrawals from the medicine. It's not like trying to kick pain killers or heroin.
I said, "Explain the situation to the nurses."
He jabbered away in Korean and shook his head from side to side. "They won't budge. They say you have to get the pills from Mom."
I drove back to school and walked glumly to my classroom. Lexapro has been a Godsend for me. My wife will stop at nothing to see me in pain. The woman's a sadist. She derives pleasure from my agony.
When I arrived back at my apartment, I learned that the Dragon Lady had changed the passcode on the front door. Now I have to get her permission just to enter the house that I paid for.
On top of that, she refused to give me dinner. I might just move to the teacher's apartment. There's no point in accepting all this abuse.
I'm also having second thoughts about China. My current school accepts divorced teachers. But I'm not sure how the school in Beijing feels about the subject. I'm more comfortable with the devil I know.
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This book is a modern day horror story. A man lives in hell with his crazy Korean wife. They own an apartment in the Republic of Korea located in the city of Busan. He works at a Christian school. This memoir documents the abuse he must endure at th...