half-Corean dad, doc, artist who is not afraid of going to Hell
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Did anyone happen to see my wife last week? She’s about 5′ 7″, slim, flat booty, nice rack, Corean, and is frequently mistaken for being a New Yorker (not because she sounds like Joe Pesci, but because she speaks like she has a chip on her shoulder).
Amy was at an oncology conference in […]
Amy and the kids were at an open play date a while back. Our kids were playing in a sandbox area with other children when Sun Su said to his little sister, “Baby, don’t do that.” He calls […]
The night’s closing in. I’m surfing the internet downstairs. Check my ebay sales. Scan the game blogs. Medical blogs. Porn blogs. The last lazy clicks of another night of nothing protesting the inevitable terrors and doldrums […]
The old Scottish man seemed to be precariously balanced on some invisible ledge in his hospital bed. He hung onto the bed railing, to prevent himself from lying flat. Not usual behavior for a man with a resolving kidney infection. […]
“I have this mole on my left hip,” I told the nurse in the dermatology clinic.
The last time I was in a derm clinic was during a two week rotation as a resident. I don’t remember much but I do remember the ABC’s of skin cancer and a lot of people getting liquid […]
In a Chinese restaurant tonight.
My dear wife Amy opens up her fortune cookie.
AMY: “I’m keeping this one. ‘You should be happy with your lot in life.’ It fits me.”
I open mine up. I can’t help but grin.
AMY: “What’s it say?”
SCOTT: “‘It is time to try new things.‘”
AMY (serious […]