jungin limbo

The tap of stories from Jung's Asian Saga has temporarily run dry, but fret not my friends, the man has provided us with an update of his latest meanderings.

Let's just say, we may need to explain the true meaning of charitable work to Mr. Jung.

Enjoy.

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Well folks,

Believe it or not, at one point I actually had a job which paid me enough money to galavant around the globe without a care in the world. Alas, nowadays with the economy fucked the fuck up I find myself drinking cheap beer and lamenting about the good old days.

For the last 2 years I've been employed as a wellsite geologist working on an oil well drilling rig. I have been in charge of evaluating reservoir potential amongst other things all the while keeping up to date on the latest happenings in the world of porn via playboy tv.

So with the economy in the shitter and my boss informing me "well, I've got some bad news, EnCana has basically cut you the fuck out the picture" I decided to buy a motorbike and ride around like I don't got a care in the world.

With the purchase of a $900 motorcycle (understand I'm not the type that buys a ducati first time out, no shots to P) comes its fair share of problems and I've been sifting through the manual and trying to pinpoint a plethora of problems that seem to be popping up with reckless abandon.

So my roommate talked me into going to a charity ride to benefit some kids foundation where they give money to kids whose parents never got the "use a condom" memo in high school. The premise was simple, poker. You buy a "hand" and at each stop you get a card. Best hand wins.

Long story short, I got five fuckin kings and made off with a cool $1000. Don't hate me, hate the money I see.

Now, back in the money I decided to go to Vancouver with my good buddies Blacked Out.

www.myspace.com/banffblackedout

They were playing a couple shows in Van and needed a roadie/beerfueled idiot. So, my winning ways continued when I won the 50/50 draw at the bowling alley they played at (I never said they were signed or anything). I made off with a cool $150 and proceeded to buy beer and chicken wangs with the proceeds.

The night ended at a middle eastern food joint. Of course, I only pieced that together from the curry that was literally applied to my shirt with a trowel.

Once back in Calgary, I went to Safeway to buy one of those whole bbq chickens that are absolute shit but when you smoke pot like Ricky from trailer park boys, sometimes stuffing a day old chicken into your shit talker is all you can muster. I almost walked out without that stupid breakopen card they give you.

Of course, somehow I managed to win on that too. I won a pen, which is actually nice enough to go in my laptop bag for whenever I do go back to work (read 2011).

So there it is, I won money and goods on three different occasions in a matter of one week. I never win shit. I think I'm gonna buy me a lotto ticket today.

Its kinda funny, I went from making upwards of 20K a month to making 0. Now, I win a bit of money and I'm convinced the recession is over.