About
Me I
was raised in the back of a dim sum restaurant running an illegal
craps racket. I subsisted on a diet of shrimp dumplings and sticky
rice. At the age of seven I moved into the back of a Greyhound bus
that continually shuttled back and forth between and old folks home
and a Cherokee casino. That is where I met my father, a man I called
sitting bull. He taught me the key to eternal bliss was sashimi
tuna with wasabi and rice. Later I would move to the back room of
an exotic dance club, where the dancers cured me of my slice and
schooled me in the writings of Plato the philosopher. I am still
searching for the perfect woman; a woman who likes to go to the
batting cage, a woman with long finger nails to scratch my back.
