"You Can't Hide from the Witches of the Gun"
Last night I decided to go for a stroll. As it seemed the last oppurtunity to do so since it was mild out and you can almost feel the oppressive nastiness of an Asian summer coming on. So I went down to Dongdaemoon (dong day moon) and decided to take it all in. But, first oddly enough I received a tiny package at my desk at around 5. It was a phone sent to me from the Apache Chief and it was labeled "sungwol", which means present. I was highly suspicious and a tad turned off. I know this has to end soon before I get stabbed or cut into little pieces. Because, like it or not I would trade her up in a hot second and the Indian warrior is in "evol" backwards...you see the art here...I feel like I spy hiding things from children. But, that's irrelevent to my first avenue. So I left the scariness at my desk and didn't open it and ventured down to the hotness.
Dongadeamoon, (which I'll be writng about in a chapter or two) is the hearttbeat of this joint. It's just dirty, nasty, slithering people everywhere. All the shadiness and badness and filth and anything else that you might consider an adjective for horribly exciting is found there. So needless to say I love it! I love putting my headphones on and playing like hard rock n' roll and punching various signs or walls as I walk along to seem really crazy. Because for me to be a Way Guk (foreigner) (wow that just came out...it's so strange how I just use Korean now as part of my everyday language) and venture down there is a little suicidal. You know all those movies you watch, that have scenes in Asia tracking down mob rings, and there are those scenes with rainy gutters and mob guys in dark glasses guarding doors. Well that's Dongdaemoon. But they have the best Chinese food on earth because that's where all the immigrants from China live, so that's always my excise for heading down. So right, dark, scary, Bret!
So now the meat! I was walking and went down a little alley that was protected by an overhang and all the shops on the left were closing because it was about 10. I had just eaten and was full,(oh Pay Bula!...that means full) and kept walking to maybe find a soju house or some hookers to take photos of, well luckily I found both, and I looked like such a tourist with my bag and headphones on that I was immediately greeted by two hookers standing outside of the soju bar. They grabbed me and kept pulling my hand to go and have sex with them but I knew that wasn't going to happen (let's make one thing clear...Bret has never paid for sex nor is he likely to ever attempt to...many people write me to ask about the hookers...that's not my bag) So I go into the soju house and sit down and order some Bek Se Ju and some chicken and notice the place is relatively empty except for me...well not to spoil a possible later chapter it ended as thus...leather jacket guys, "No I'm going to finish my drink", "Yes she's beautiful but I don't like hookers", "No, that's not what I meant", "Jesus christ go sit down", "Ohhhhh...who are these fucko's", "Nice jackets", walking briskly down stairs, dark alley, distant echo, "You can't hide from the witches of the gun!!!!"
...so that was great...I may go back there later in the week...I love confrontation...especially life threatening confrontation...I love the feeling I get in my stomach where I almost might shit myself or cry or just explode with rage...it's all so close that I never know what might come out...the shit hasn't happened yet...wooh!...I don't think I can live properly unless I am living in occasional persuit of that feeling...