Day 659

Tuesday | December 17th, 2013

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Another night of not doing anything other than getting ready for tomorrow. I put the bathroom window together when I came home. I spent the rest of the evening cleaning up. Tomorrow I will wake up early on my day off and vacuum the whole house.

De-dogging everything is a top priority. Most Koreans still don’t like dogs very much. Our counselor at Holt is no different. We can’t be all “Hey can you give us a baby?” and have dogs in the house. When she visits tomorrow we don’t want her to see any dog hair. This isn’t really possible of course, but that doesn’t mean that Meow isn’t already freaked out about it or yelling at me about it.

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It’s supposed to rain tomorrow too. What a lousy time to see Gyeongju or our house. I said as much to CM on Friday. Really, my house is much prettier in the spring, summer, fall, snow—anytime but right now. The last of the garden just died out, but it’s still warm on some days so the tomatoes grew more. Imagine dead and brown vines crawling everywhere with hard, green cherry tomatoes on them. It’s near creepy.

The Daily Bullet

Out late one slow night and bored with Robin, Batman, the Caped Crusader, trolls bars looking for something different. He spies young Luke Skywalker with his rebel pals at the counter of some desert dive fresh off his first Death Star battle and pre-Hoth calamities. Whether it’s the orange jumpsuit or the waves of optimism beaming off the young man, Batman isn’t certain, but he is convinced that this is just the thing he needs to pull himself up from the Gotham doldrums.

Batman is shot down by Luke on his first and second attempts to cox the pilot over for a drink. Clearly this fellow fancies another person. But Batman is the embodiment of determination and trades the emergency Euros in his utility belt for a round of tequila for the entire establishment. An older man, calling himself “Blue Leader”, pressures Luke into joining Batman at his darkened corner table for a second round of tequila. The two strike up a conversation easily and discover they have much in common. They each have experiences of feeling powerless and that drives each man into his present circumstances. Talk leads to j├Ąger shots and the feelings of meeting an old friend which leads to car bombs after that.

Gregariously, they stumble from the shy corner and dance more toward the middle of the bar and are joined by the other pilots. It’s been a long while since anyone felt like dancing in this awkward life and when the two heroes start a dance off and Batman wins only because he fashions his cape as Dracula and play-bites Luke who feigns the damsel in distress. The routine brings down the house and everyone joins the new couple on the floor. They go all night like this and at some point Luke says he wants to watch the sunrise and this gets stuck in Batman.

The bar never closes, everyone needs a drink in this oppressive life and the owner can never really pay his imperial taxes. The couple isn’t kicked out and many are still dancing when Batman and Luke bump their way out the side door and into the desert moonlight. Luke passes out long before the sun comes up. Batman, left with his own thoughts and regrets and embitterment, feels intense frustration looking over at the pilot barely out of his teens, soft to his gloved touch.

He is jealous because the boy has been training and fighting. Batman wasted his youth with self destruction and then training, but he never had buddies like Luke does. He never had a chance to press back against his enemies. He had to wait until he was old. Years of training and waiting and more training. And here he was now, an old man, drunk, up all night as usual, sitting on the ground in the crisp desert air, horny, and waiting. Always waiting.

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Daily Report

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