union

My lengthy indigent nightmare appears to be coming to an end. My treasurer's check is still in purgatory, however I've found another savior in the form of Western Union. Many thanks go out to a certain reader of this blog who alerted me of WU's international services.

I don't know why it never occurred to me to use Western Union. I guess it's one of those things that you know exists but that you never thought you'd ever have to use. Like an outhouse or prescription for valtrex.

Man, I'm not gonna know what to do with this blog once I no longer need it as a conduit for complaining about not having money.

My social life in Gwangju has begun to take shape. I've met a few friends, and a few people I'll have to make sure to avoid. One of the latter is this guy I met the other night. He's the kind of guy you don't expect to run into in Korea: the flat-brimmed-hat-and-jorts-wearing-pasty-white-guy-who-fancies-himself-a-rapper, type. The first time I met him I quickly learned he was trouble when he "rapped" the entirety of Coolio's Gangsta's Paradise as a few of us were walking between bars downtown. The next time I met him a few of us were sitting at a bar enjoying a few too many beers and some conversation when he began audibly rapping at the table. What began as some indiscernible murmurs elevated to a full blown freestyle that the rest of us had to try to talk over.

But there are some good ones as well. The first time I met this one guy he asked me if I enjoyed drinking, playing darts, and bowling. That's 3 for 3 right there. Another guy is from Leeds, an area known for having the most hated soccer fans. I completely endeared him to Philadelphia sports when I told him about the time we threw batteries at JD Drew.

All in all I can see the next year of my life beginning to take shape. Doesn't look too bad.