(Alone is a first-rate survival show.)
Yesterday, I made pork for dinner. My eldest son didn't partake. He ate squid with the Dragon Lady at a local restaurant. My meal tasted fantastic. I cooked the meat using liberal amounts of grease and salt. Then I drank a large plastic bottle of beer to wash the vittles down. My favorite Korean beer is Hite. It tastes like a mixture of vinegar and cat piss. But why complain? Life's good. At least I wasn't born in Djibouti.
I watched the latest episode of Alone. I'm a huge fan of survival shows. One of the contestants drinks brackish water. He gets sick and begins to go insane. He claims to see colored lights and symbols as he looks at the roof of his tent. The poor guy calls for the rescue team. They evacuate him immediately for medical treatment. Vancouver Island looks rough. The place is awash with bears, cougars, and wolves. I wouldn't spend a single night in that hell-hole.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I asked Jesus to preserve my crazy marriage. I don't believe in divorce. It's against my religion. Besides, I want to spend the rest of my life torturing my poor bride for her many sins against me. Divorce would only let her off the hook. And I need my pound of flesh.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Obama made a pointed comment about Bill Cosby's legal troubles. The president believes that it's morally wrong to drug and have sex with women. He says that it's tantamount to rape. Wow. He's really going out on a limb with that statement. In all seriousness, I would never have pegged Cosby as a criminal pervert. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
I read the newspaper later in the day. Marriage in Korea is completely falling apart. More than fifty percent end in divorce. The average time that a couple stays together is fourteen years. I'm currently on my sixteenth year of matrimonial hell. I probably deserve some type of prize. Where is my Booby Award?
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Rusty Cage by Johnny Cash. God bless.