flashbacks of Seoul

I have these strange flashbacks of Seoul.  Brief flashes of crowded streets, unflinching stares from old men in subway cars, the aftertaste of kimchee and soju, and vague remembrances of late nights with equally ostracized foreign friends.  Only about two months have passed since I left Korea, but with every day that passes the reality of my existence there seems more and more surreal.  Did I really live in Korea?

And now I am ass-deep in the American suburbs, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  It is peaceful here, but the streets are unnervingly devoid of people.  The few nights I’ve gone walking around town at night the only people I’ve seen were milling about the bar near the railroad tracks, trying to find their keys so they can drive home drunk.  I don’t mind cars, but I hate the obnoxious trucks that seem to have multiplied with the gas prices. 

While I’m on the subject of trucks, anyone who owns a Hummer needs to be shot.  Hummers represent most of the things that are wrong with this country, and I think if we can wipe out this one pestilence it will be a big step in the right direction.

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