In Taiwan, Everything is Easy

Teacher Frank Smashes The Record for Debauchery in Too Much Six " I laid my head down on the table; next to my half-finished microwavable lunch. The A/C at 19 degrees would have froze any normal person; if I didn’t have the harshest case of the booze sweats that must have been inflicted on any human being. With my head pounding like only a forty year old man's head can pound, I knew I had no choice but to stay here, forever. "             An American Ex-pat’s antics, who asked to be called  Teacher Frank , in the Southcentral Taiwan city of TaiLiou, (English translation: Very Six) shocked our lead investigator, Nardy Nicphearson. She proceeded to rush as quickly as one can rush on a fifteen year old 125 cc scooter to the Zhongshan Road Seven Eleven to verify this news of yet again another foreigner reaching a thrilling summit of debauchery. A Motley Crew: Sticky Ball Sam & Drunk Dick         The news of this American Expat to relocate into a Se

   Go to The Kentucky of Taiwan The most unique tales coming from this island of Taiwan don’t usually happen in the bigger cities.  In the capital city, you won’t experience a store clerk asking a foreigner for assistance in reading Mandarin. Not bizarre enough? Ever been chased by a pack of wild monkeys? Probably not on the entire West side of the island.  You have to travel to the Kentucky of Taiwan for these kinds of adventures, a place called Too East. In this magically fertile ground of bizarre narratives, you will find Taiwan’s nature at its finest to further inspire these interesting anecdotes. The typhoon waves often pummel the coastline. The waterfalls roar loud enough to be heard inside a bank at times.  For an added bonus, oxen can even be found in front of laundromats. When you come to Too East, the monkeys will be waiting for you on the guardrails of the highway. Just don’t show them your teeth. If you do show them your teeth, prepare yoursel

  Greyhound just has a guy that yells at you instead of a wet floor sign My New Job I stood at the door of the Charlottesville Greyhound Station in a bit of awe. The only Greyhound customer service representative I was aware of in this entire city just finished lecturing me for not knowing to check for a wet floor before walking into a place of business on a blustery-cold Virginia night. ( Read MoreHere ) I had no idea of my responsibilities to check to make sure they put up a sign to let customers know if their floor was wet or not.     He followed up his lecture by announcing," If anybody comes for me, tell them that I will be right back. " I couldn't have devised a better opening scene for a book if I devoted forty years of my life to plotting the perfect beginning. I was inside the Greyhound for ten minutes. I was already scolded, and the guy in charge appointed me as head of Customer Service as he was apparently going out for dinner. He could have bee