As most of you know by now, I live in South Korea and operate an international school here. It wasn't always my dream, and neither was education, but the prospect of quick business success was enough to force my hand early on.
The other day while working at my school, I was interrupted during a meeting between 2 mothers whose children had apparently written dirty words on each other's faces resembling "Penis" and "Cunt", but a loud bang and crash from outside the building. I ran to the window to see what it was, and to my surprise a taxi had wrecked into my school's bus at such an angle that it hopped up mostly on top of the actual bus.
The bus was crushed on the top in the front right area, windsheild smashed almost completely and the passenger door would no longer function. The taxi cab however, well, if anything I could say that this cab was rare. But I thought "Nah, forget it - Yo, homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!