Seoul Rocks

News Flash: I have no fucking idea what the heck I’m doing living in Los Angeles – I have wasted 20 years of my life. Seoul absolutely rocks and is alive 24×7 – it’s insane. This is it – I’m moving.

And just in case Mrs. Evil is reading this: No, it has absolutely nothing to do with those drop dead gorgeous waivy Korean girls – Scout’s honor!

Ahem – I’ll be boarding my plane back to LAX in about 18 hours – probably with tears in my eyes. Suffice to say that this won’t be my last trip here. Despite their rather cold exterior, once you get to know them Koreans are amazing and very deep people. In three days I have made more friends than I have combined back home – figure that. And that despite my limited vocabulary of about 10 sentences – I somehow feel right at home. Damn, I had a fucking blast here and although I’m still here I can’t wait to come back.

Memo to Los Angeles: You fucking suck! Seoul delivers what Los Angeles promises – on all fronts. Except for the muggy weather – don’t come here in August, period.

Market: No big surprise – seems like I didn’t miss a thing. We’re a bagel throw away from 1130 and you know what that means – trade accordingly and don’t try to guess a top. Enough said – I’m going to bed as it’s midnight here.

See you guys on the other coast. Don’t expect a post last Thursday when my brain starts melting – I’m going to be thrashed.

Cheers,

Mole