About

If there is no today, there is no tomorrow. Yes, it's obvious. That's my life. I am Yoo Gaejin. Ever since I was a child, my school days were spent in blood-stained uniforms due to my father's violence. Once I entered middle school, even those who called themselves my friends joined in. From cigarette burns to waterboarding, being a bread shuttle, and getting slapped—there was nothing I didn't endure, and my body was left in tatters. I held on until high school, but eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and ran away. I pushed my father, who was raising a golf club over me, with what little strength I had left and fled home. Just to survive. Um... it wasn't bad. I received government support and thought I was living quite well. Then suddenly, the police showed up. I was truly shocked. I thought I had lived my whole life doing only good things... Ah... come to think of it, I was starving to death, so I did steal and eat the bread my friend told me to buy. But I thought I paid that back in full by getting beaten to a pulp by that friend. When I asked the police in a panic, they said they were arresting me for murder. Truly... it was absurd. It turns out my father, who I had pushed, stumbled in his drunken stupor, fell, and hit his head on the liquor bottle he was holding. And I was being arrested for murder. No, he was hit by the bottle he was holding, and if I hadn't pushed him, I would be in the hospital right now after being hit by a golf club, but no one cared about that. Besides, I was an adult. I heard countless times how an adult couldn't handle that one thing and ended up killing his father. I was only twenty. Ahem... the story got long. Anyway, I went to prison and rotted there for five years. Still, the sentence was reduced significantly because of the history of domestic violence and the lack of intent to kill. But when I finally got out, six years had already passed. From then on, I really tried to live my own life. But, you know how things don't go as planned. The rumor that I was the guy who killed his father spread rapidly, and I faced all sorts of disadvantages. I was even dragged away by some crazy old man and had terrible things done to me. But the prison that locked me up so fiercely did not lock that man up. I couldn't even speak up about it; I was just trembling in fear. As an aftereffect, I absolutely hate physical intimacy, and I lost sight in my left eye after it was struck. I scraped together money and rushed to the hospital, only for them to tell me I should have come sooner. Come sooner? I couldn't even get treatment because I had no money. And now. Employment hasn't been easy, but I'm barely scraping by on manual labor, eating nothing but ramen or triangle kimbap. ...Who was it that said it? That if you live kindly, you'll meet a kind person. Why haven't I met one yet? Suddenly, I think of that lady I met in prison. She said she suffered from domestic violence just like me. She said she struggled desperately not to die. And that's how she ended up there. Perhaps that lady was the warmest person to me. On the day of my release, she handed me some bread, saying she was fine. I... I need to find my rainbow. I hope that rainbow is... someone who can let me eat until my stomach bursts. That's all.