9.30am and the Wind Streams By

It's 9.30am and the sun is sparkling. It so bright that my eyelids provide no protection. I am wide awake. Not only because of the sun but I am sitting on the back of a moped (scooter) weaving in and out of the morning traffic. I haven't been on a a bike since I was about 11 and this time it wasn't for show. We slip in and out of the traffic at what seems to me 100km an hour. However I am sure it can't be that fast. I'm wearing a small white helmet and big goggles. On top of this my new military green jacket, couples with lapels and a million zips makes me feel at worst a 1960s movie extra and at best a 'Che' wanna be.

I am thoroughly enjoying this moment and will never forget it. The reason for the rush is not because I am on my way to work, or late for an appointment, but actually I am on my way home from a very big night. I was pretty wasted until 5 mins ago when the wind blasted off my face as we accelerated down a eight lane motorway. It started off at 11.30 when I met up with some mates and played some cards. I steadily drank and a roller coaster chip ride brought me from $50 to $1000. I am ecstatic and drunkenly concentrating on my pocket which has the equivalent of $1000 in $10 bills folded over and squished into my pocket.

I will go home and through this money into the air like a child and collapse. I have two and a half hours before I start work.

Korean equivalent to $750