In every place that I've lived, there has been a Spot, a place that I could and would go to anytime something got under my skin. If I need to cool off, re-evaluate, soul search, scream at the world or just take a step back and try to look at it in a new light. Growing up it was the playground on Maplehurst road, Its where I came to the final decision to drop ritalin, the court with the Socrates ball was my place for my first three years of University, where I decided three times that I was not following the degree for me, and then it was the trail down by river when I moved downtown. Even in my last summer at home I adopted the spot of my friends Luke and Chris, the bridge we called Bob. I'm not saying that I've had a hard life, but at the times where it feels like I've lost my footing, gone off the edge and all the other metaphors, these spots have been my godsend, whether its the fresh air, the change of location, the perceived isolation, they always help.
I have no Spot in Korea. I need one.
The story of one slighty nutty actor's journey through the far east.
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