<< Drive Me to the Love Hotel! | Main | Scramble >> November 06, 2005 >> Texas Lonestar Last night we found marijuana in the hands of a thugged-out Texan soldier in Itaewon. It Is Here, regardless of the insistent claims to the contrary by most Koreans. It is poor in quality and most likely Mexican shake but after two months, it makes street kebabs taste like pillars of heaven. It turns dance clubs into familiar blurs of faces and light and adament philosophizing about the Future with accented strangers. The Texan himself was a product of hip-hop music videos and smoked with slit-eyed wariness. The Kiwis were all busy watching the closing minutes of their rugby game back in the bar, rowdy and content, but I suppose when you live in America you can't be too careful. You can't feel safe. I asked him whether the U.S. really needed an army in Korea and he said yes - on base, the soldiers drill and drill and then they clean the barracks intensively from top to bottom. There are too many jobs to be done by the current garrison, he told me, and more soldiers must be brought to Korea. To help clean the barracks. The Texan doesn't want to go home. Posted by Chris at 04:52 AM >> Commentations (4)
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