Parole Violation

After almost a month of not being at the Kunsan Correctional Facility, I have returned to finish out my sentence. Here's how the 25 hour trip back to Cell Block "K" went down:

0600 Saturday (Montana Time)- I slept the whole way from Great Falls to Salt Lake; no idea who I sat next to.

0800- From Salt Lake to LA, I sat next to some random dude, I didn't talk to him the entire flight.

1120 (LA time)- From LA to Inchon, Korea, I sat next to a guy who looked exactly like Dick Cheney (sans Shotgun). He tried to talk to me, but after he found out my family mysteriously turned up dead when they asked too many questions, he kinda got quiet. Some people!?!

12 hours and 30 minutes later I arrive at Inchon, South Korera- TW was working the GI bus desk at Inchon airport, so we shot the shit while I waited for the bus to Kunsan. Turns out he didn't have any dirt on what's been up since I left because he's been working up there the entire time. Good to see him, he'll be back working here again soon.

1930 Sunday night (Korea Time)- Took a melatonin and jumped on the bus to Kunsan. Watched half of Ocean's Eleven, slept the rest of the way to Kunsan.

2345 Sunday night (Korea Time)- I curled up with a bottle of Melatonin and went to sleep after I unpacked last night and woke up this morning at 0600. I cut my hair, took a shower and be-bopped over to the chow-hizzy.
Same shitty food. (If you are reading this and you work at the Chow-hall at Kunsan, stop fucking up breakfast, lunch, and dinner and I won't complain.) Thought you were gonna see an apology there for a second, didnchya?

Ok, time to check the mail box and hit the BX-ee (BX pronounced with Korean flair).

The new blog will be here soon.