I'm still really emotional. I'm not sure what's going on. I don't know if it's looking at the trauma or fatigue at this point. The slightest thing can start a waterworks show. I figure I'll just let my body go through what it's going through. That's what I was thinking as we started the drive up from Delaware to Philadelphia. My dad and I started chatting right away about haan. The Korean word for suffering. I talked about the American blues being similar and was curious if h

I forgot to talk about what happened on the drive. At one point on the trip, while still driving through a part of New York, we decided to stop at a CVS to get some alcohol swabs for the new tattoo. I didn't know if you were supposed to clean a tattoo after getting it or whatever, but it was looking a bit green. My dad suggested using his alcohol swabs. "They are 70% alcohol," he told me. I didn't know if they were the kind of wipes you get when you get KFC. "Those are just a