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When it rains it pours. Now my license is about to be suspended because of a lapse in insurance when I changed companies. Now the state wants to fuck me for $200. Wonderful. If the restaurant hadn't dicked me in the ass, I would have started working and had the cash to pay the crap. Now, I have a job lined up, but getting there will be a pain in the ass. That's okay. I will deal with it. Walk and bus and taxi and walk. Pay the crap. Get my license restored, get a scooter, and get on with the show. All of this is bullshit trivial garbage. The important thing is that my wife, who I haven't seen or heard from in two damned weeks, is alive and getting better. She can't be replaced. All the other bullshit can be taken care of in time. It's all material, bureaucratic garbage. Like G.W. Bush wants almost 200 billion for HIS war in Iraq and Afghanistan. Misappropriated funds. How much have these people lost through mishandling? Millions. Anyway, I don't want to get caught up in that crap either. All I want is to talk to my wife. Good guys with good hearts usually get walked on in this lovely world we live in. But, I will stick to my guns and not become a callous son-of-a-bitch like so many. Yeobo, when we met you told me I was humorous and a humanist. I'm still a humanist, but I'm not as humorous as I once was. I dream of one day being together....."Will you go our way, together"? I dream of being together and regaining my lost humor. I miss you calling me "Babo Mungcheongi" and saying "Neo Michinya"? "Jaeminya"? Don't worry, Yeobo, I will get through this mess and rise above it and hold your hand again. I love you, Yeobo.