RYAN AND I
We dance together. We eat fatty food together. We drink soju outside convenience stores together. Best part is we can be ugly together.
Now we’re both addicted to those stupid claw-machine games that rob children (and apparently adults) of money. That’s right. I said it. I’m not denying I have an obsession with winning toys. At least I’m not alone.
By the time our out-of-control spree was over, we hit up several different machines, bagged ten stuffed animals, and attracted quite the audience.
Ryan and I even devised schemes. We had signature moves. We shared tips, skills, and combined our resources. Talk about a perfect Honeymoon for an odd-couple.
I’m so thankful for Ryan’s friendship in Korea, and I can hardly wait to get my hands on those machines again.