Christmas is less than a week away, and now, more than ever, people wonder and ask me, “Hey, Sung, you’re Korean, right? What do your people celebrate? Christmas? Chinese Christmas? Is there a specific Asian or Buddhist Christmas? Korean Hanukkah? Early Yom Kippur? Some sort of second Groundhog’s Day? Do you even acknowledge the birth of Jesus Christ?”
Sometimes you need a moral compass to guide you in life. Other times, you just need a whimsical mash up. Other times, a decent ham sandwich. That’s why life is so cool, you can have it all.
True bliss is the ability to sing “Jingle Bells” at the top of your lungs and really mean it. True shame is the inability to stop. The mash up of Smokey Robinson of vocals while Queen and David Bowie provide the back drop is somewhere in-between true bliss and true shame.
For lent, Matt gave up karate, and by karate, he meant cigarettes, and replaced it with religion, and by religion, he meant beer. Even though his eyes darted furtively back and forth and back, going at least 120 mph, his knee bouncing, a hyperactive nervous tic, he was oddly silent. Jittering hands, his own, the humongous clock, an already opened fresh pack of Salem® in a lesser pale green box, insinuating less tar, and more flavor, back to the clock, the cat calendar on the wall, set to March. 28 days boldly marked out with a red ‘X’. Each successive ‘X’ larger, shakier and redder, the skittish medium-sized black and gold cat, named Dos Equis®, named, of course, after the most interesting man in the world™.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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