Friday, May 22, 2015


Mass media is the epidural that the government uses to cut out our freedoms. 

Leaving Las Vegas

Leaving Las Vegas is a satire on true love and relationship. The irresistible force paradox of two people trying to impose their will on each other, only to surrender to each other's baggage and desperate depression. Ultimately accepting, enabling and loving each other's perfect imperfections until death do them part. True love.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


If you are wishing you were somewhere else, it means you are exactly where the Universe needs you to be.

You are at the point of friction in your life that demands your attention, not your comprehension.

Wishing is what happens when your life passes you by. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015


I think sometimes we care so little about ourselves that we forget how much others care and need us. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Homeless Veteran

Two things I have learned in 30 days of retirement from the Marines:

1. The pain doesn't stop.

2. Nothing seems familiar, everything seems strange. Especially people.  

Monday, February 2, 2015


When I was a kid my adoptive father took me to see Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. Being a Korean kid I identified with Short Round. The sidekick. The punch line in a joke. I always looked up and wondered why Dr. Jones got the girl. I wanted to be Indiana Jones. I want the adventure. I wanted to end up with the girl. 

Sunday, June 8, 2014

In Famous

Death is the only way to permanently change one's mood or attitude. It is the ultimate status quo for being content. No more highs or lows, no more restless thoughts and the ultimate abandonment and loniliness. It is also the best way to be a victim, commanding immediate and lasting attention on others that know him. Yet it also provides the self knowing hate of others to be actualized. After all, others find the suicide victim to be a coward, selfish and unloved. Most others will ask themselves what more they could have done more to help him. They will abhor the relationship of the deceased while constantly pondering his existence. It is like becoming immortal in infamy.

There was no fame in life, so better to die in infamy. Remembered for ever in hate then to live forgotten in love.

Infamous. So famous you are infamous. 

You will not remember how I live, yet will never forget how I died.