|Sweet sweet Halla hovers above me|
|Cheap ring-stinger brekkie at a blue collar dive|
|Let's have a closer look, and yes, what a confirmed fucking horror|
This morning was a big morning, a real one, a good one. I went down to sweet sweet Geolmae (soccer and birds, together at last!) to sweat profusely, huff and puff, and chase a soccerfootball around in the scorching mid-morning sun. Good times. Cobain long gone (currently in Myanmar for some odd reason), and predictably unable to raise a posse of (or indeed a single other) like minded people (or person), I played with my ball alone. Heh.
Then I grabbed a ring-stinger brekkie-lunch with my homey who just got out of the army after his two-year stint. He was up on the border and told me an interesting way to ID high-ranking Nork officers at a distance - the fatter the officer, the higher the rank. Haha, strewth.
PS the fish had sick teeth.