Death schedule

I don’t think I ever mentioned that when I stayed in Korea, I stayed briefly in a martial-arts concentration camp and bald men in baggy grey pants tortured me for an evening. I think this photo says it all. I will never be a monk and this fact makes me strangely content. I’m sure I’ll find zen someday, it just won’t involve before dawn starts, and the six-pack will be of entirely a different variety.

Posted in Korea on Tuesday May 30, 2006.