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While in Yose, Cobain had a party for his fellow students, all of whom are Chinese. It took us two days to put the thing together, and we definitely went a bit overboard in every way - we shoulda got some pizza and beer, or had a pot luck. Instead, we had a sink full of ice and booze, a wine and cheese station (oh yes, we did), kebabs and snags on the balcony BBQ, and a room full of snacks. Not saying it wasn't fun, but we coulda done it for way cheaper. The beer pong was a hit though, and after a few drinks, some of the Chinese guys went wild and turned on their own, and started wrestling and screaming like maniacs.
I thought soju was bad, but I had yet to try the evil that rippled inside a small green Chinese bottle of death. I took one shot, and instantly felt ill (it made Agent Orange look like a health drink). Chinese peer pressure forced me to take another, and I vomited instantly, to applause. Class-act.
The cops came, which I guess mean it was a success. When they came to the door, all 12 Chinese ran into one room and hid quietly like they were being smuggled across a border. The second the cops left and the door closed, a huge cheer erupted, and the party continued. It's a good thing Korean cops are crap. Korean cops are so crap, that they drive around with their lights on 24/7, so that criminals will see them from a ways off, and stop what they're doing as the popo drive by. See no evil.
Once, when I lived in Ilsan, I saw a gangster stomping an old man. There happened to be 3 cops walking by, and I pointed out the beat-down to them. They had a little conference, then ran in the opposite direction. Holy fuck. More Korean clown-cop stories to follow, this feels good.
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