I live in northern California, but I grew up in China Town, NY. I lived on the streets with no family to call my own, so the Asian community took me in; there, I learned a new language -- broken english. For the longest time, I thought I was chinese despite my pale/white skin color. When I turned eighteen I said my good byes, got a job as a carnival worker, traveled to Nevada and Northern California where I now live today, all while taking the world by force. Yes, I am a white man with a thick Chinese accent. The accent is still very much there, and that hasn't made my life any easier. Hollywood should make a movie about my peculiar life.
"You will lose." -Ivan Drago