The Doppelganger Effect

Greetings

A lot of you have been bugging us to post about our experiences at work. So far I have avoided doing it because after I leave work I usually like to forget that it even exists, ha.

But I promise you that next week we’ll post a big blog about teaching ESL in Korea and what our experiences have been like so far in the classroom.

Until then you will have to settle for an introduction to some of the children I teach. One of the tasks that an English teacher often has is naming the Korean children. Sure, little Bom Suk already has a Korean name but he needs an English name too. Last week I was given the task of assigning English names to a classroom of 12 year old children. Although it was a little silly I took the task in stride and did the best job I could.

As such, I officially present to you my 3:30 class:

Here's little Melodee. She has the busiest mouth of all the students and not only is she full of piss and vinegar but she's proud of it. She loves to be in charge and god help any of the boys when she's angry.



Meet little Heather. Or as I call her, the enforcer. Sure she looks cute in this picture but she throws a vicious right hook and uses it on anyone who makes fun of Blueberry Creek. She's also naturally maternalistic and was the only student to show any concern when I nearly died from the Korean flu.



This is Julee and man can she talk. For hours and hours and hours. Sometimes she drinks too much juice and tells us all what she really thinks of us, good times.


This little lady killer is Harman. Sure Harman's technically a last name but I think it works. He can argue and argue and argue. Sigh, just like the real deal. Only this one is much more advanced with his oratory skills. Here is an example of a debate from earlier today:

Shayne - Well to be honest Harman I always believed Kugelmann's interpretation of Marx was far too labour orientated.

Harman - My apple is red.

Shayne - Why yes, that is a good point. I can see that your apple is indeed red. I concede defeat.



This little cutie is Sheri. She once waited 7 years for little Russ to ask her to the big dance, but that's just the kind of patience she has. Sheri hates it when the other students fight and always tries to get in the middle. Although when you push her too hard she explodes and reminds you who is really in charge.


Haha, this is Jay. He's always nagging me about getting a real job and a haircut. For some reason he loves the Liberal party and isn't willing to admit that the NDP are the future.


Meet little Michael of the Clan Ouelette. He doesn't speak English...or oddly enough that much Korean either. He has terrible taste in movies and spends most of his time on MSN instead of running the class pub.


Meet little Rick. He doesn't say a lot but when he does it's important. He also thinks he can fix anything and one time he built a deck in the back of the classroom. A week later it collapsed and little Dustin fell through it. Poor little guy.


Last but not least is little Rob. Haha this kid is as slippery as they come. Not only has he mastered the art of manipulation at the ripe old age of 10, but he's got a degree from the school of hard knocks. He's also badass enough to rock an earring making him much cooler than the real deal. He spends most of his time trying to get little Michael to actually work and talking about the time he ran for class president.

Well there ya have it, all of the English names I was creative enough to come up with. This post was nothing but in-jokes, so for most of you I apologize. It was the only way I could remember all of their names. Ha, my favourite one is Harman. I'm reinventing the English language one student at a time.

Cheers

Shayne

Hey Mr. Trampoline Man

Greetings

Today marks the end of our second month in Korea. I can’t believe how fast the time is flying by as it seems like just two months ago we were leaving Canada. Because it’s such a monumental day I wanted to share with you something that is uniquely Korean.

It’s kind of funny but whenever I’m walking around Ulsan I’m always thinking of how I can share what see with you through the blog. Some things stand out as obvious entries but other things have to be worked on to make them half way interesting on paper.

That being said from the moment I saw the following I knew that I wanted to write about it.

From a quick glimpse it sort of looks like a shack or maybe some kind of antiquated bomb shelter. The first day that I walked by I knew that I was in love. I didn’t know what it was or what it was used for but I knew that it was ugly, gigantic, and therefore cool.

Upon a deeper inspection it turned out that it was a massive trampoline. Or rather it’s a series of trampolines tied together and covered with tarps and netting.

What makes it truly cool is that it's located right beside my academy and another elementary school. I couldn't even imagine how fun this beast must be if you were seven years old. Hell, it would be fun if you were 24 years olds.

It seems to be owned or at least run by a strange old man. Using the skills we learned over our collective nine years of university experience we gave him the imaginative name of " Trampoline Man".

He collects a small fee from the children and in turn they get to jump on it for a while. The old guy always smiles at us so I was a little worried when he stopped showing up. It seems that the children just jump for free these days. I don't know if he has turned his back on capitalism and is promoting communism by letting the children run the trampoline themselves or if he's having some sort of free week long promotion.

Regardless I have included the following picture as a tribute to him.

Here you can see the chair that he normally collects his fee from. So here's to him, master of the trampoline and master of the bouncing industry.


I included this picture to show you just how close the thing is to the street. I always imagine some poor heavy kid jumping too hard and flying through the roof onto the street. Not that this thing would ever be allowed in Canada in the first place (whether that's a good or bad thing I will leave for you to decide) but I think that its closeness to the road would induce cardiac arrest in most parents.

Here's a view from above it. I climbed a tree and took the pictures while holding on with one hand. That's the kind of commitment I have to both this blog and to you, the reader. Speaking of risking your life, look at this bad boy. It seems to be held together by glue and good intentions. Ha, I wonder if they would let me bounce on it. If so, I can test my theory about some poor heavy individual bouncing right onto the street.


Here's an extreme close-up on the rigging. I hope this boy has his tetanus shots because he's going to need them. I'm pretty impressed by the setup overall and kind of wish that things like this were allowed back in Canada.

Our children are growing up scared of their own shadows and glued to computer screens while Korean children risk death by bouncing on something that's about as safe as betting on the Vancouver Canucks to win the Stanley Cup (sure it was a cheap joke but hey nothing wrong with that).

These things are actually all over the city. Some are nicer but some make this look like the Hilton of four ring trampoline structures.

As of this moment I'm going to add getting a photo of the trampoline man to our list of quests that include finding the beautiful beaches, and finding myself a nice cold slurpee.

Today was two months in Korea. Tomorrow will be two months and one day in Korea. Funny how that works.

Cheers

Shayne

Roof Tops of Ulsan

Sometimes, after two months of staying somewhere new, you discover something great that was right under your nose the whole time and makes you feel a little foolish for not exploring your surroundings more thoroughly. This is how we felt this past Sunday.

We were spending another lazy Sunday afternoon doing nothing in particular, when in a sudden surge of energy we decided to finally climb the remaining stories of our building, just to see what was there. Instead of a disappointing dead end, we found...an open door...and a pile of junk.


Unsure of what this door could be, with trepidation we passed over the threshold, but instead of being transported to Narnia, Never Never Land, or some strange alternate dimension, we simply discovered the roof.

And we felt like idiots.


For two months this magnificent view with its refreshing sea breeze has been hidden to us. We have been huddled away in our apartment, lying underneath our air conditioner, and occasionally peeking outside to see what the rest of Ulsan was up to, and all the time this huge, untapped roof-top balcony waited to be discovered.


This was one of those times when I wished we had one of those panoramic cameras. Here's a view from the roof. Past the rooftops you can see the harbour filled with ships, as it usually is.


Another view a little to the left of the last picture. Just over that hill is the small pine forest we told you about a few months ago.



This is the five-street intersection just below our front windows. Despite the fact that these streets are no bigger than alleyways and nowhere near the main roads, this intersection is always busy...even in the middle of the night.



Here is a bird's eye view of our neighborhood park from Shayne's playground post. It actually looks quite pleasant from this angle.



And here is evidence of what our neighbors really use this roof for: as a junk repository. It's a good thing for us that the roof is really big - when we come up here we'll try to avoid the junk piles as much as possible.

Anyways, now that we've found this, we're left wondering what other gems are hidden just out of sight. Next time we'll tell you about the olympic-sized swimming pool in the basement, the foreign food import store right next door, and the deserted white sand tropical beach that's just a 10 minute walk from our place.

Until then,
Jo

Green and Orange and Red oh my!!!!

Greetings

We had hoped to be able to write about our quest for the perfect beach this weekend but sadly it was not meant to be. Due to the weather and our own general laziness we never left the apartment today. Instead I will tell you a tale that will shock you to your very core. A story of love, loss, and man's quest to understand his surroundings.

Without further ado let me begin:

They call me Ishmael; hmmm sorry I think that’s been used.

Ok, here we go again, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Nope that won’t do either. We need something more original, something with flare.

It was a dark and stormy night. Ah that’s it.

It was a dark and stormy night when Joanna and I first discovered what would change our lives forever.

We were walking downtown towards the Lotte movie theatre when out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of the familiar green, orange and red that had once served as my place of employment, my close friend, and my bringer of cold slurpee wonderfulness. Yes we did indeed discover a 7-11 in Ulsan.

Although I make a lot of jokes on this site, I can honestly say without a hint of humour or satire that I ran towards the 7-11 like a scene from one of those bad sex education videos that show two lovers running towards each other in slow motion.

After a few months of blindly stumbling around Korean stores hoping to simply buy the right products this beautiful monument of confectionary goodness was a site for sore eyes.

Here's a photo of Jo assuring me that we were actually entering a 7-11. I was afraid that when we got close enough to the building we would find out that it was a 7-1-1 or some other kind of knockoff that would inevitably be a let down.

This is the part of the story of where you can choose what kind of ending it will have. If you want to believe that your dear writer walked inside and drank his beloved slurpees until he was full then close the browser and have a great day.

But, dear reader, if you want to know what really happened then I recommend that you keep reading this epic tale.



Having gone two months with out a slurpee I was ready to trade my soul for one (or at least pay a fair amount of money for one). Upon racing into the 7-11 I couldn't spot one anywhere but I kept my hopes high as I examined the room. As you can see from the photo above from a quick glance a Korean 7-11 looks exactly like a Canadian 7-11.


It was during my walk through the candy aisle where I first began to realize that I wasn't in Kansas anymore. Although you can find a tonne of Canadian/American candy in Korea, sadly they don't offer any of my favorites. If you like skittles, MnM's, Mentos, Kit Kats, Snickers, Twix, or Mr. Big this is the country for you. It's strange, but it seems that no matter what store you are in those are the only western candy bars that are offered.

As I'm a Big Turk man I have had to abandon western candy and switch to its Korean cousins. Luckily for me the Koreans make a mean candy bar. If you blow up the photo you can see the Crunky bar on the third shelf. This bar has helped us through many a night and I'm sure Jo will be bringing a few boxes home with her.

As a side note, if you look at the picture you can see a few boxes of Halls. Jo still points to this picture and laughs at me. Before coming here I loaded up on lots of medical goods including a giant box of Halls. I was scared that I would come down with a sore throat and not be able to get a similar product, so I did what any intelligent person would have done and I bought 40 packages of Halls. So now we have a closest full of Halls and are surrounded by a hundred of stores that sell them. Sigh, you can't win them all.

Anyway, let's get back to 7-11

This section of the store is what really brought it home that the Korean 7-11 might not be the same as the one I know and love. The Koreans really dig their meat on a stick and its available everywhere. I swear that you can probably buy a piece of meat at any store in Korea.

Picking up your dry cleaning? Don't forget your meat on a stick.

Buying a brand new BMW? Well, you can't leave until you get your complimentary meat on a stick.

The coolest items are the little tubes of meat at the bottom of the photo. Generally they aren't refrigerated so we have been a little scared to try them. But I can still appreciate the genius of putting meat into tubes and selling it to the masses.

The 7-11 at home has a beef jerky section. The Korean version has a squid jerky section. There are probably 30 types of freeze-dried varieties in this photo. The coolest one is third from the top on the left. It's assorted nuts, squid, and anchovies. Together at last.

Here's a photo of me doing my world famous point at a bag of something we couldn't quite identify. They tasted like chicken and felt like silk worms. I highly recommend them.

I don't drink coffee but if I did I would load up on these little fellows. It's a cup, a spoon, and a mixture of coffee, sugar, and cream: Just add hot water. Who needs machines when you have these individual packages of coffee? If one of you back home steals this idea and becomes a millionaire please don't forget to at least send me a decent Christmas present.



Here's Vanna, I mean Jo, holding a bottle of one of Asia's best kept secrets: Pocari Sweat. You can get this fine product in Korea and Japan at all fine retail outlets. It tastes as good as its name sounds. They are marketed as sports drinks that help to replenish you after a hard workout, but the person who okay'ed the name of the product should be fired as it doesn't really translate properly into English. Though it does make for a damn funny commercial:

Korean sports athlete - "When I'm thirsty I reach for a cool glass of Pocari Sweat."

Announcer - "Pocari sweat, for those times when your own sweat just isn't enough."



This photo is pretty similar to what you would find in an American 7-11, copious amounts of beer. The only thing really of note are the bottles on the second shelf from the bottom. That's soju and its Grrrrrrrreat. Its about 70 cents a bottle and not only is it 20 percent alcohol, but it's almost tasteless so you can pretty much mix it with anything. Although we haven't yet tried it, Pocari sweat mixed with soju comes highly recommended.



I think that this section holds the Korean equivalent of the Canadian wine in a box phenomena. The most expensive bottle is 14 dollars and the cheapest goes for a mere dollar. And of course, if you feel the need to celebrate you can pick up a bottle of the two dollar champagne.

It's nice to know that no matter where you are in the world 7-11 will provide you with cheap crappy booze.

Well sports fans, sadly there were no slurpees to be found. The 7-11 here is vastly different from its Canadian cousin and really offered nothing that couldn't be found at any generic Korean store.

Like the search for the black sand beaches the search for a slurpee continues.

If any of you want to send me one through the mail it would be much appreciated. We can worry about the logistics of this at a later time.

Think of me the next time you see a 7-11 in your city.

Cheers

Shayne

Come and Knock on our door

One of the things that we have learned fast about Korea is that they are a nation of extremes. Back home it might get a little sunny, and sure when it hits 40 degrees people think it's hot, but oh no, only after seeing your bellybutton sweat in 90 percent humidity can you truly appreciate the heat.

It's the same for rain. In Vancouver it rains a fair amount but so far in Korea it's rained two out of every three days, and for a good five week stretch we didn't see the sun once. We were taking bets on whether or not it was even there anymore. The only sign of it was that even though it was raining it was a good 45 degrees. If it rains this much during the summer you can bet that by December we will be floating your way with the good captain Noah and his Ark full of animals.

Anyway, the point of this blog, and yes, there is one, is that the comma just isn't used enough.

Actually it's that Koreans love to advertise. Not only do they love it but, like the heat and the rain, they take it to the extreme.

There are 15 channels (no joke) that advertise food, and not content just to rule the airwaves they also spam your cell phone every few hours with some great deal on sea toad or kimchi.

But if that wasn't enough, they have taken a page out of the Book of Mormon and they come right to your door.

So we thought we'd write a quick post to make all of you feel better about the junk mail delivered to your mailbox on a daily basis.

Here is our door when we go to work in the morning....er, early afternoon:



When we return every evening it looks something more like this:



Here is an advertisement for some delicious sea toad:

Though it was kind of strange at first now we look forward to it. We appreciate the effort and actually look forward to seeing what type of food is on sale each day. Although it probably wouldn't matter even if we hated them. Our friends posted a sign on their door asking the poster boys to skip their door and instead they posted a few advertisements right on their sign.

Ahhhh, something to say about tenacity.

Korea, ya gotta' love it.

Jo and Shayne

Shabu Shabu is the place to be

Greetings

Ah birthdays, absolutely the only good part about getting old. Who doesn’t love cake, ice cream, and presents? This year my birthday celebrations were great. Even though I missed all of my friends and family back home my new Korean friends helped us celebrate the day in true Korean fashion.

The first surprise came early in the morning when I walked into one of my favorite classes and found this on the white board:

I apologize for the picture (it was taken on a cell phone) but it captures the board well enough. My students not only drew such fine birthday representations like the cake and the presents, they also took the time to tell me that they loved me. Although I’m not even sure if they know what the sentence means I did find it a little strange to see it written several times. I guess it would have been much stranger if they little tykes had written “Die Teacher Die” alongside the “Happy Birthday” messages.

The best part of the whole thing is the names along the bottom. Eun Hyck signed his name beside the others even though he didn’t actually have anything to do with it. Smart kid, he will probably be the president one day. You can see how great of a teacher I am by the lack of spelling mistakes. I plan to have them reading novels by January, and sitting around coffee shops talking about Foucault and smoking pipes by next summer.

Anyway, after work my boss (Mrs. An) and my coworkers took us out for dinner at a local Shabu Shabu restaurant. Shabu Shabu is a hybrid dish that is both Korea and Japanese. It’s basically the same as a Chinese hotpot and it’s definitely our favorite Korean meal so far. The idea is that you cook all of the mushrooms and the beef in a spicy broth and then eat them alongside Kimchi, potato salad, and a half dozen other side dishes. After the main dish they bring out noodles and rice to boil as well.

They also bring Coca Cola which serves as desert.

Here is a picture of the whole setup. Korean meals are pretty complex and often contain several courses and dozens of things to eat. They also love dips of all kinds. The one you can see in the bottom of the picture is a wasabi and vinegar combo.

My dad's partner Dawn makes a great hotpot and this restaurant is the only place we have ever found that comes close to hers (don't worry Dawn, yours still wins). I should note that it took us a month to figure out that we were actually supposed to cook the meat. You would be surprised how tasty raw Korean beef is (Editor's note: Jo wanted to put "just joking" but I had faith that you wouldn't actually think we ate raw meat for a month...don't let me down).



This is the second stage of the meal. They bring out a plate of noodles and a bowl of mixed rice. You can choose which one you want to eat and we generally choose the noodles (they don't make your insides burn for hours on end, but that's a different story for a different day). This picture shows the rice dish in all its inferno glory.



Here's a picture of the whole crew. Oddly enough Joanna is the only one looking at the camera. Either she loves the attention or I'm that bad of a cameraman. The woman in the orange T-shirt is our boss and easily one of the most generous people we have ever met.

There are over 30 dishes on the table and only 26 of them are hot enough to put the "I" in IBS. In Korea that's a low number.



Here's a picture of Mrs. An, her son (in the green shirt) and his friends. I'm teaching them all right now and it's a great class. It's the only one where I can talk about life's important subjects. You know, kickboxing, women, politics, and videogames.




After the dinner they gave me a couple of presents including this great little pig. In Korea pigs are supposed to bring good luck. We plan on shipping a pig home to each and every one of you. So please clear some space on your mantelpiece. If you don't have a mantel you can put it on your coffee table or bedside table. Whatever works for you.

I also got socks (can't avoid those as a gift in any country it seems), a nice chocolate cake from Tim and Emily, new headphones, and a swack of books from Jo (yes, I said swack).




Ah, what birthday dinner would be complete without the Korean tradition of having a bowl of soup dumped on your lap by your girlfriend. Thanks again Jo for making this dream come true.

Well, that's it. I'm 24 years old now and life is flying by. It seems like tomorrow I will be 50.

Until then

Cheers

Shayne

Saeng il chuk ha ham ni da!

Today we celebrated Shayne's birthday a day early. We had a lazy morning: sleeping in 'til noon, some french toast, and some tv. By four o'clock, though, we thought we should probably make more of the day, so we decided to head downtown for a meal and a movie.

When we arrived at Lotte Department Store (in the heart of downtown), the square in front of the building was full of people and there was a stage set up in the corner. This was what everyone was watching:


We're not sure what was so special about this group, but they weren't doing anything other than dancing to a Korean pop tune. Well, kind of dancing. The chicken dance would have been more complicated - they were just standing in place and moving their arms about. The strangest part was that the audience was really into it. People were going crazy for parts of it. Either these girls have really big families, or we're still not getting the culture here.

Anyways, after discovering that the only movie playing was Miami Vice and only if we stuck around for 5 hours, we passed on buying movie tickets and headed over to Bennigan's (an American chain although neither of us has heard of it), for some well-deserved western fare.


Here's Shayne holding up all the veggies and cheese that came with his fajitas. As you can see there's no shortage of meat, but there's only enough of the other fixin's for one or two tortillas. Strangely enough both cheese and lettuce are fairly expensive here. Despite this, the fajitas were really good, and we both got our fill. As one might expect, however, after finishing the 5 tortilla wraps, there was still half the meat left over, so we got a doggy bag. When the server came back with our left overs, we were expecting a small package with the remaining scraps of chicken and beef. This was not, however, what we got...


Here's Shayne with the contents of our doggy bag. The plastic tub on the bottom contains what we actually didn't finish from our meal. The rest is an entirely new meal to go with those left overs: Two packages of dinner rolls, two small pots of whipped butter, a plastic tub of lettuce, cheese, guacamole and sour cream, and a foil package of tortillas. We were planning on making sandwiches or a stirfry with the leftover meat, but I guess fajitas it is. Odd. Next time we will just order a doggy bag and skip paying for the meal. Being Korea that just might work.


After we got the doggy bag we asked for the bill, and the strange generosity continued. I was given a sample aerosol of room deodoriser with the bill. I would say "we" but the server specifically said it was for me. I guess in Korea the men don't use room deodoriser. Who am I to argue?

Anyways, we paid the bill and as we got up to leave I asked one of the dozens of wait staff milling about if it was okay to just leave the money on the table. This poor kid probably thought my gesturing toward the bill meant there was some sort of problem, and he called over a few more staff members, and they all huddled together trying to figure out what it was we needed while we stood helplessly by. Finally after five minutes of deliberation the manager was called over, and as she spoke English we were able to get it all sorted out.

In what was increasingly becoming one of our stranger nights downtown, we stopped by the washroom on our way out the door. I found this to be a run-of-the-mill experience, but Shayne (in the way that only he can) managed to stumble his way through another Korean oddity.


This is a picture of a mouthwash dispenser, which was right next to the soap dispenser in the Bennigan's washroom. Unfortunately Shayne thought this was the soap and began to lather up with it. After some barely concealed laughing by the other men in the washroom, and the fact that his hands smelled minty fresh, he discovered his mistake. Well, at least he managed to operate the toilet this time! :)

After Bennigan's we decided to head home, and we went to hail a cab. After a few moments with no luck, a woman in a minivan pulled up next to us and gestured for us to get inside. Being a little confused as there was nothing on the minivan to suggest it wasn't just a normal family vehicle, we asked "taxi?" to which she nodded, and we got in. Now most taxis are pretty clean on the inside, but this had a basket of laundry in the back seat, and what's worse, there was none of the official documentation to indicate that this woman had a taxi driving lisence. In fact, the only hint that this even was a taxi was the meter. Luckily for us she wasn't kidnapping us with a clever ruse, but managed to get us home safely.

Anyways, that was our fairly low-key celebrations in our neck of the woods. All in all a pretty good day, even if it was a little on the strange side. What would make it perfect, though, would be few happy birthday greetings to Shayne - just to remind him that there's more than one person out there helping him celebrate his big twenty-four. Happy Birthday Shayne.

Jo

Yo Adrian!!!

Greetings

Throughout the last century there have been numerous memorable fighters who have entertained us while simultaneously scaring the crap out of us. North America has had a vivid love affair with pugilism and full contact martial arts for decades, and all of us have a certain fighter or two whose career we have followed and kept track of. Even fictional characters have entertained and delighted us over the years.

Who didn’t love this young chap from Philadelphia?

Although Sylvester would overstay his welcome, at one time all of us were trekking to the theatre in order to see him triumph over evil Russians, the Coach from Billy Madison, and even Mr. T.

And then there's this tough guy:

Recently young men (and women who love oily fighters) have fallen in love with a certain UFC fighter. That’s right, who can deny their affection for Chuck Liddel? Not only is he rich, but he has a Mohawk, which makes him the ultimate catch.

Sadly, fighting isn’t always cabbage patch dolls and lollypops. Ultimate fighters and boxers often take vicious beatings in order to entertain us.

Here’s a picture of ex UFC champion Andre Arlowski after taking a hard right hook. Look at his eye long enough and you start to feel the pain yourself.

But perhaps the most famous picture of a memorable beating is the one below.

Here’s a photo of Rich Franklin in the hospital after he broke his hand giving David Loiseau that nasty black eye. That particular fight still gives me nightmares.

Anyway, if you are wondering what any of this has to do with Korea, or even Shayne and Jo.com, well two days ago the most famous Korean Fighter took a nasty shot to the left eye and now it's all anyone can talk about across this great country.

Yes, the woman, the myth, the legend Jo “ Da Killer” Groves took a hardcore elbow from a young teenage boy who fell of his inner tube at the beach.

Check this bad boy out:

Jo "Da Killer" Groves didn't even have a chance during the fight. The boy dropped off his tube as fast as lightening and was standing overtop of the slumped champion before she even realized that she had been knocked out.

Now just in case you missed the first photo here is the instant replay brought to you by Pepsi - The voice of a generation.



Haha, poor Jo. Joking aside, when it first happened it wasn't even that big of a deal. A boy really did fall off of his tube at the beach and elbow her in the eye. But it wasn't until the morning after that the bruise appeared. Don't worry about her too much though. Before people just stared at her for being a crazy Waygook, now they cross the street to avoid the one they know simply as "Da Killer."

Much like Jo's vision, I'm outta here.

Cheers

Shayne