The truth about escape

All work no play, the weeks blend into themselves. So self prescribe vacation, medication, take a cab to the train station and leave. Two hours on the high-speed bullet to the beach.

Twirl dizzy through the markets, draped in new clothes. Stop for a beer every three hours, often at the same place. Watch the fleet of navy men come and go. The b-boys dance on the boardwalk, all is well.

Find sunburned friends at a bar up the street. Surprise them here, and listen to the shriek. Order shots for all and sing along the English words in all the Korean songs. Back to the beach, lie down and listen to the black.

But first one more water hole. Meet a girl who needs a hand to stand on top her seat. Push up her heeled feet and let the vacation dance.