Good Man Humors Me

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m not crazy. I am wise,” Good Man replied.

“No, you’re not old enough to be wise.”


“Wisdom has this implication of age. It’s like being smart, but with the benefit of age.”

Good Man laughed. “So ‘smart’ is like cabbage and ‘wisdom’ is like kimchi?”



‎”You are Brazil squirrel. Samba squirrel!”

I don’t know why Good Man calls me a squirrel more often than he calls me any other animal. He has no explanation.


A few nights ago, Good Man made dinner (samgyeopsal).

“I can cook!”

“This is really good,” I agreed, “But there’s a lot. Maybe we should save some for tomorrow.”

“Oh no. Cooked pork in the fridge? It’s not healthy.”

I stared at him.

“Yeah,” he said, “[GoodMan] Look it up.”