A couple of weeks ago, someone asked me how long it had been since I moved to Koreatown. I had to think about that. Turns out that it hasn't been the eternity spent on the island in Lost that I always envision whenever anyone usually asks me that question, but rather, a mere 14 months. And I'm just starting to appreciate the place. Either that or some slightly mutated version of Stockholm Syndrome has finally set in and I am K-Town's willing hostage. Either way, at least I'm not actively miserable anymore. As a matter of fact, this strange place has started to become Home. My conscious decision to move to K-Town (done in a halfway sober mindset) was based on the following reasons: 1.) Moving back to The Valley would invoke unwanted, all too recent memories (dead/dying parentals and whatnot). Kind of a drag. 2.) Moving back to The Valley would lead me to a slow, painful death of boredom. At least with K-Town, I could die an exciting, drug/alcohol f...