(Koreans love their soju.)
Yesterday, I had barbecue pork for dinner. The meal was delicious. My brother-in-law cooked the meat. He owns a very large house in Pusan. It cost him over a million dollars. His abode is very spacious. The structure consists of three floors. My brother-in-law makes teeth for a living. He then sells his wares to the dentists around town. There appears to be a lot of money in teeth.
I drank soju with my vittles. Soju is the best-selling alcoholic beverage in the entire world. No kidding. In fact, Korean men are the heaviest drinkers on the planet Earth. I used to be able to hold my own with the locals. But these days, I'm far too old and feeble to live my life as a drunkard. Nevertheless, I took a couple of shots just for the sake of politeness. Drinking with the family is extremely important here on the peninsula. It's considered mannerly.
My mother-in-law recently bought an Audi. I have no idea where she gets her money. She gave me her old car. I'm subsequently the proud owner of a Samsung SM3. The vehicle has 150,000 kilometers on the odometer. But that's OK. It'll only be used for driving to and from work. The Dragon Lady can now spend her days tooling around in our Santa Fe SUV--which is nearly paid for.
My wife's family name is Mihn. All her people are godless pagans. However, they certainly seem nice enough. When I tell them that Jesus Christ was crucified and came back from the dead, they roll their eyes and laugh at me. So what's a boy to do? I certainly don't take their derision personally. We're all entitled to our own opinions.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 9 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. The journey home was murder. It took nearly six hours. Koreans are horrible drivers. If I were king of the universe, I'd confiscate their cars and give each family a horse and buggy. So let it be written, so let it be done.
We finally arrived at 4 p.m. I had to drag many packages up several flights of stairs. Our Soviet-style concrete tenement doesn't have an elevator. But I'm not complaining. Poor old Smith needs the exercise.
I turned on Fox News. A 47-year-old man in Florida got pissed off at a teenager. The child was playing music too loudly. So the guy retrieved his gun and murdered the boy. Sometimes, you have to take a deep breath and count to ten. I shit you not. This whole tragedy could have been averted with a little bit of anger management.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. The song du jour is Creeping Death by Metallica. God bless.