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| My name is Tommy Kim and I am always under control The rain has been relentless this past weekend, just coming down in sheets and its been kinda crazy driving in this weather. Being behind the steering wheel, my hands are wrapped around controlling every turn and holding steady the vehicle. With my left foot I get a feel of the engine through the clutch as I shift gears swiftly and smoothly with my right hand. Wipers going to and fro at a steady pace clearing my view for a few seconds, I can see the road ahead of me. Up ahead I see that the road ends at a stop sign and I'm coming to an intersection. I come to a stop with one foot on the brake, the other on the clutch. I wait at the intersection and take a look at my surroundings. To my right the road is lit, the streets are wide and I can see that I can take this road for many years and I'll be alright. To my left is a single lane highway with no lights and so I can't see very far down the road, actually I'm not even sure where it leads. I want to turn right but the road is blocked so I should turn left. I'm sure I can find my way home with this route, it shouldnt be a problem. But I just sit at that intersection, one foot on the brake, the other on the clutch with rain pouring down and my wipers not clearing my view anymore. | | |
| All that's left is to get home and get some sleep. The lingering reminder of the night you just had is the smell that emanates from your breath and body. Hours and money spent at a place where you shout and lean in close just to have a conversation. You laugh not really hearing or even listening to what the other person is saying. There's a slight ringing in your ear from repeated thumps of the woofer. You drive home alone on the freeway but surprisingly there's quite a number of cars on the road. Some heading home like you, but most seem to be getting an early start to the day. You park your car, unlock the door, and stumble upstairs and crawl into bed. The last thing on your mind is to wash up, it's already a struggle just to strip off your clothes. Groggy and sick you wake up. Your hand comes up to rub your eyes and you smell it. Cilantro and cigarettes. That's what cost you 100 bucks and night you dont remember. | | |
| It reminds of the time Danny, Eric Cho, and myself hid in the back of the refrigerator of my aunt's liquor store sitting on boxes of beer and surrounded with cases of soda. The extreme coolness of the environment covered my body completely as I sat arms folded and knees to my chest. Moments ago I welcomed the refreshing cold as I entered in to escape the heat from the Summer day. But this was artificial, a climate manipulated by a machine designed to do just that and three of us were mere objects in this plain. But standing in the night, the cold seeping in through my coat, felt so real, so intentional that it's almost an offensive thought to compare the two situations. The fog that forms and dissapates as I speak appears thicker from the smoke and heat of the cigarette. In fact, the exhalation gives the words out of my mouth life, a form that dances in the night air before dissappearing in the dark sky. I stand alone but I'm not alone as one hand holds my phone to my ear, connecting me to a person that is miles away and still yet is inside my head. I laugh... Lies? No matter how much you think you still have no answers. No matter how much time passes I'm still the same. Guarded and scared, body in ninja stance ready to strike at the moment of attack. My kung fu is strong but my senses are dull. I play the scenarios in my head so that I know what will happen before they happen. But it's too late, I'm already thinking of things that have passed and find myself retracing steps that I never took. Elementary words used in different order to appear coherent and intelligent, I talk myself up only to break myself down. Right or left? I lean to the left because of logic and liberalities learned from the lessons of life that started 24.5 years ago. What do you mean? You might ask but so am I. I'l let you know once I can figure out what I'm talking about. And no I'm not talking to you, this isn't about you it's about Him. | | |
| ALRIGHT I JUST NEEDED A NEW ENTRY TO GET RID OF THE SERGIO/MIHEE ONE BEING MY LATEST ONE. WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON YOU MAY ASK? WESTSIDE TILL I DIE | | |
| So it's Saturday night and I've just gotten off of work. The sun has set early, so as I was walking the 100 or so yards to my car the street lights around me lit up as if I had a moment of clarity and my surroundings became more than just silhouettes. The air feels crisp on my cheeks as I make my trek, warm in my long black wool coat. As the tapping of my shoes echoed in the empty lot, thoughts ran through my head of the news I had heard earlier today. I ran through the quick checklist in my mind of the things that I needed to accomplish this night. Already tired from being up since 4:30 in the morning and a long 11 hour workday, I knew my day was far from being over even though my body just wanted to curl up in a warm blanket and let my mind wander off into sleep. I take my coat off and throw it into the backseat as I sit inside my car because I don't like the way the coat restricts my movements while driving. The music starts and I make my way home in a rush so that I can have time to take a shower, get changed, and drive up to Beverly Hills to meet my friend Sergio. Our brief conversation on the phone earlier that day was concluded with an agreement to meet up for dinner at a restaurant. "Hey I made reservations for 7:30pm today at Fogo De Chao."
"Oh is that the one Brazilian BBQ place that you were raving about?"
"Yeah, and by the way, dinner's on me"
"You don't have to pay for me, I know it's expensive"
"I just want to celebrate with you, plus I owe you one because I still owe Ruth's Chris"
"Alright I get off work at around 5, so I'll see you there" I drive up to Beverly Hills and get to the restaurant just at 7:30 because of the traffic I experienced on the way. I'm not really sure where it's at but my trustworthy navigation gets me there without a hitch. Sergio arrives just as I finish parking and make my way to the entrance. In his car, his beautiful then-girlfriend, Mi-Hee, is sitting in the passenger seat and my thought is:
"I guess Mi-Hee wants to third-wheel tonight with me and Serg." The restaurant
Excellent food, excellent service, excellent wine
Go there, try it, trust me After eating such a fine meal with such fine company and drinking a fine bottle of wine, I decided to take a picture of my companions for the evening: 
But WAIT.... there is something so blatantly different now..... 
That's quite a claw you got there! hahaha congratulations future Sergio and MiHee Gomes!! that sounds so weird..
Congratulations future MiHee and Sergio Song!! | | |
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