Last weekend Good Man and I ended up going on a two-hour long, nearly four-mile long walk. We took photos in a cemetery, stopped somewhere for lunch, meandered about…
Kim Jong Il?
“Can I play there?” Good Man asked.
“Yeah, when school’s not in session.”
“Why didn’t I know this before? Why didn’t I buy a basketball, like, eight months ago??”
Today, Good Man got a package. “That can not be, I did not order anything,” he said.
He opened the package and shouted, “야!~아!”
Happy Good Man