I grew up in the slums of China without a shed, let-alone a house, to allow me to possess some form of refuge. Having to use puddles as a natural cereal bowl, the taste that'll rot your teeth. For many years living in this unholy despair, I decided to take matters by the balls and give them a twist into my power. Packed nary a thing, I hiked up my big boy rags and began scaling the Great Wall of China. Hours of the brick whittling away at my nubby fingers, they finally peeked over the crest of the wall left with my descent to face. Having been spread and gaped already by such harsh environments, the swim to America looked easy as can be and oh was I so right. I'm now american Asian that go by Herb.

Thank you.