There's a 40% chance that my underwear is on inside out.

a white-ish dude that i am trying to cultivate into a friend here e-mailed me back.

i hung out with co-teachers and we drank 4-5 bottles of soju and ate delicious oijio (squid? I might be writing it wrong) sundae (stuffed-squid sausage) and beautiful, FAT, juicy, shellfish while we talked about life, the universe and everything.

 I looked out onto the east sea, dark but a few lights from buoys and lighthouses on the harbor, and watched the waves suicide onto the beach. smelling the briny air, i thought, "i want to be here."