Went to a bar on Crenshaw tonight where I had to be frisked to get in. Walking distance from my crack motel. 'El Jaradeno's' or something. The place reminded me of the Lucky Club in Osan, Korea. Fat B Girls trying to hustle me for $5 bottles of beer. Mirrors on everything. Nobody but me spoke English. Music in a foreign language.
Well, at least I was no longer fat. In that place, I was average. Tall average.
Was funny being frisked like that. I wasn't looking for any trouble. Just wanted a little sedation. I wanna be sedated.
I drank enough beer in El J's to walk a little further down Crenshaw and tell the Koreans in front of the 'Talent' bar that they were a bunch of racists and why didn't they go back to Korea if they thought yellow was the only color good enough for their stinkin' bar? No whites, blacks or browns allowed in their stinkhole. Wonder if even my Amerasian children would be allowed in the place, not that I'd want them in there.
Guess I just proved their own point to them after my drunken sidewalk tirade. They won't be mixing into the great melting pot anytime soon.
Walking back to my crack motel room, I realized I had failed my mission. All I wanted was a little sedation. Instead, I ended up pissin' up a yellow rope.
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So, yer tellin us that they're a bit selective about who they hang with? Flew into Pusan once, in about 91. Flew in at night and rode in a taxi to the pier where the carrier was tied up. The view out the window reminded me of that flick Blade Runner. Got aboard the ship and went to sleep. Woke up the next day and we were out at sea. That was all I saw of Korea.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny the tricks light plays. Pusan DOES look like Bladerunner at night. In daylight, it looks like old Leadville.
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