ANCIENT KOREAN STORY OF THE FOUNDING OF KOREA…
Hwan-in, also known as Jeseok, who was the King of Heaven was asked by his son Hwan-ung to send him to earth to rule over his own land. Hwan-in studied all the lands of the earth. He looked over all the seas, oceans, forests, and mountains. In his infinite wisdom Hwan-in decided on mountains as the best place to send his son.
Of those mountains the best was Mount Taebaek-san, the Grand White Mountain. With that decided he told his son and opened the gates of Heaven, sending him down for the benefit all of humanity.
INTRODUCTION – LOST CAUSE – REEL BIG FISH
What if you were born a loser, raised a loser, and lived your entire life as a loser. A sorry existence, right? Well, that is my story, the story of a loser. It started when my mom abandoned me when I was a child and that left me with my dad who was never around, so he basically abandoned me as well. That left me to be raised by my evil stepmom and two evil stepsiblings. But what if one day everything changed? What if one day someone offered you a chance out? A chance to be the person you always wanted to be. A chance to save yourself and save the world.
That is exactly what happened to me, Hiro motha fucking Jones. That’s my name don’t wear it out. Until recently I was just your everyday below average at everything especially the looks department eighteen-year old punk ass bitch loser. My life was pretty much the antithesis of anything good. I was graduating high school this year, but I wasn’t walking because I did all my schoolwork from home in my grandma’s basement. I had had a few bullying incidents at school where it made it too embarrassing for me to show my face there.
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What kind of incidents? I don’t want to get into specifics, but I’ll just say the entire senior class has seen my gibbly bits. Anyway, my grandma was probably my only ray of sunshine in the thundercloud of shit that was my entire being and life. After I was abandoned by my mom my dad remarried an evil bitch and my grandma was the only good thing left. I ended up running away from my stepmom and stepsiblings after my stepbrother and stepsister tried to kill me for the tenth time.
My granny was a saint and took me in at the tender age of twelve. Hence, living and completing the rest of my school career in her basement. The other thing was she was also an invalid. So, I took care of her at least as much as she did me. To be honest I probably would have killed myself a long time ago if hadn’t it been for her. Now, I wasn’t a complete shut-in because I couldn’t be. My grandma didn’t make enough in Social Security to support us both. Therefore, I had a part time job to make up the difference in funds.
I had started working at the age of twelve doing the things that kids do to make money. There were plenty of lawns to mow and errands to run for old people in Florida. When I turned fifteen years old, I secured a real job at a local coffee shop because I was able to work legally then in the state. I had been working there as a janitor slash errand boy ever since.
It was also the other ray of sunshine in my life. Cool Beans, that was the coffee shop’s name, had recently hired a new employee Tiffany. She was literally the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent, daring, the list goes on and on, girl I had ever seen let alone met in my entire life. She was also the one who changed my life forever. Because it was her that helped save my life and made it so that I or it would never be the same again…