I haven't been writing much for a couple of reasons:
The story of how I met them isn't so interesting, but the short of it is, there's this Korean bar called intabyuu (why did you name your bar “Interview”) run by this GILF in my hood and I introduced myself to their curious eyes. One of them is a TKD instructor for half my students, so I've been meeting a bunch of parents and getting local street cred. We're all family now, they told me to call them hengnim or hyung, and they don't let me pay for shit.
I could tell you their names and shit, but we'll just call them Mario and Luigi. Watch the first Ajusshi Fight video and you'll see why. Being adopted by Mario and Luigi has been a great boon to my life here. Mario likes to brag about his cooking ability, and it is no joke.
[caption id="attachment_1463" align="alignnone" width="640"] EVERYONE undercooks kimchijeon, which is pretty much the only way to fuck it up. Get your shit together, Korea.[/caption]