Thoughts, words, pictures, and diseases are my own. Chasing literary and worldly adventure.
I haven’t written on Beauwritesgood in a while. I figured including an excerpt from my book that is almost up on Ibooks/Amazon is the best way to plug myself. I am very selfish. If you know me you know that. Also, to reference the title for this post, and the correlative picture, these are all
Korean Farewell It has now been over a week since I left South Korea. In that time I have aggressively reunited with my friends–the type of partying you would expect in New Orleans and Baton Rouge after 7 months apart–exhausted Bumble and Tinder swipes, drove my vehicle around town solely because I could, and
I know this title photo is aggressive. It may make you uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable taking the picture–knowing I shouldn’t be looking at it let alone documenting it. But it is especially pertinent, I think, to my Korean beach trip. As this man was adorning the double-up-thong, so too were many others. It was commonplace.
Sometimes, when we party or take vacations, we stray from things we’ve been working to cultivate. Circumstances and conditions push us from our goals. We stray from habits we’ve been trying to instill and the beliefs we’ve been trying to imbue. We go to the beach and we pee in the ocean and we
Fourth of July: America in Korea I’m writing this on the 4th of July, in South Korea–actually making it the 3rd of July in America. I’m writing it now because as of yet my IG feed has not been inundated with 4th of July subject matter (lake trips, firework displays, star spangled bandanas, bros
(VULGARITY WARNING: Please do not read further if you are easily offended. If you are someone [former employer, former teacher, future employer, etc] who knows or respects me, stop. If you are a family member, stop. If you are a parent reading this to a child, stop. Thanks.) … If Harry Potter was a Bro… This
LSU Baseball Fraternity The LSU Men’s Baseball Team is in Omaha, Nebraska playing for a national championship. Unless you live underneath a rock–or in South Korea–you know that. You know that it is a time of fandom and passion. It is a time of belief and anticipation. It is a time for big plays
Midnight Train to Seoul (and a ferry ride to Japan) I’m writing this post re-telling events from a few days back. I needed that much time to decompress. Spoiler alert: In 48 hours I attempted to scale a moving train, was assumed an international thief, scolded for dodging traffic outside of Seoul Olympic stadium, drunk
It has been nearly two months since my last post about Korean baseball. I think that is too long, since Korean baseball is exactly the reason I’m here. I have watched numerous games and I’ve observed numerous things. Some of them are legit–namely the aggressive lady dancers–and some are too much. I’ve seen games in
When you live in Asia for four months and your only job is separating white and dark laundry for your best friend, you have lot of time to write. … In my spare time–9 to 5–I’ve been trying to finish a book. I think I’m almost done. I’m not sure. As of now I think
Yesterday I was in the shower… I’ll let that sink in. … I was in the shower and I was listening to music. I don’t pay for utilities so I listened to about seven songs. I played the last song twice. It was an absolute jam and it was upbeat. It also gave me an
https://www.gofundme.com/airfareforattractivelady Below is the actual content from the gofundme page, if you didn’t feel clicking the link. …. (Photo explanation: This is a photo of my best friend in Korea, Henry. He is the son of my two American friends, Darin and Libby. I use this picture to illustrate the severity of the current situation
