Assertion

Friday night, after having checked me out all night, the bartend asked, "So... What are you? Chinese? Japanese?"

First of all, don't dig the accent. Or the mustache.

"Chinese", i replied anyway. I'm generous with goodwill while UI.

"Which part of China are you from?" Pursued the dude.

This is one of my pet peeves. I could be from Modesto, you fuck.

I'm Asian, i'm exotic, i must be foreign?

There's ethnicity. There's nationality. And then there's spirit and affiliation. Distinguish. Puh-leeease.

I distinctly remember: over a decade ago, my best friend IA and i were at Universal Studios in SoCal, in line for a monster ride.

Given, that place was swarming with tourists. But when the guest service dude inquired on my hometown and was not satisfied with my first answer, i was irritated.

Really, i live in The Valley. Now buzz off!!!!!

The other day, Derek II commented on my "Californian accent". That was truly the best compliment anyone could've paid.

I have a little identity crisis, i'll admit. It's only been there since first grade!