I like that the bulls sometimes just stare into each others eyes and walk out of the ring. Even after they’ve been drinking soju all day. I also like the bulls drink soju all day. Anyway, guess where I’m going next weekend?
Most big cities are pretty similar, but there since moving here I can’t help but take note of some of the superficial differences between New York and Seoul. For instance, when you need to get somewhere in a hurry, instead of hailing a cab you just just jump on the back of a giant robot dog driven by a six-year old.
These guys live outside the sea food restaurant that I walk by everyday on my way to school, their tank is huge, and they’re always in that same corner, just staring at each other. I hate it because
A) You’re going to get eaten, possibly by me, swim around, live a little.
B) Especially ’cause chances are, you’re going to go one at a time, you’ll be much better off if you get used to to spending time apart, you know?
C) What the fuck do you guys talk about all day? Is it me? It is me, isn’t it? Fuck you guys.
The answer is “C”.
“I’d like to thank all my dogs, the ones who are here and the ones who aren’t here anymore. Sometimes when a man’s alone, that’s all you got is your dog.”
In case anyone ever asks you, that’s how you make an acceptance speech. I feel for you Mickey.