WU-TANG GEORGE AIN'T NUTHING TA FUCK WIT

Awesome. My pal George just revealed that he was in a Korean gang as a kid. I suspected he was a badass — I could tell by his penchant for iced coffee drinks and science fiction — and now my suspicions have been confirmed.

He claims the gang's main activity was breakdancing (see his blog), but don't let that fool you. That's just George being modest. You can be sure they were doing more than spinning around in matching $5 jackets. I'm sure there was a little extortion here and there, some cap peeling, a revenge killing or two. The usual.

I've known George just over a year. He came to Lawrence when Erin left for the bright lights of Newton. He had been on the East Coast and the West Coast — on gangsta business, no doubt — and now he was back in the middle, probably acting as a point man, under cover as a copy editor, in a coast-to-coast crime syndicate. When I called his former employer for a reference, she said two things: (1) Hire him NOW; and (2) Don't be surprised if he never talks to you.

Which I know now was code for ... something.

Well, we did hire him. And he did talk to me, eventually. I was just becoming acquainted with the shadowy details of his past when he up and moved to Oklahoma, where — get this — he's studying to become a badass nurse.

Or so he claims.