Jian "Joseph" Tam, Chinese Vietnamese. San Francisco.
Girls out there can do so much better.
Don’t tell me I’m not a good man. I pay bills to live independently. What does your guy do? He’s fucking 21 years old, no job, plays LoL all day and asks his mom for money to go out. I might not be the most loaded guy out there, but I’m fucking proud to say I can pay for my own food, my rent, my cigarettes and my liquor. And your “man” can barely afford to buy a slice of pizza. Hmmm.
Two kids met each other at school. In the years to come, they become best friends. Everyday they hung out together. They were inseparable. Eventually, they became what the Chinese called Hing Dai(兄弟) or brothers. In a more modern layman term, Homies 4 Life. They watched each others backs from thick and thin. They’ve been sent to ER multiple times, but always got back up to continue towards their dreams. At age 13, together they joined the underground society, where life began mercilessly. One joined for the fame and fortune if he could make it. The other to repay a six year debt to the boss.
The debt payer spent six cruel years doing things he was absolutely ashamed if doing: from smuggling, assaulting and extorting, the works. Yet the most funniest thing about it was that he was good at it.
The fame seeker however, was not as fortunate. He failed repeatedly so much that the boss pointed a gun to his head.
The fame seeker was envious of the debt payers ability, and so was cut off. However, he did not stop his ambition. He decided to do things solo. The fame seeker started a little shop, where he used as a front to do his illicit deeds when he became an adult.
During this time, the debt payer was trying to live the rest of his life as clean as possible since the end of his days as a gangster. The debt payer did not make as much money as he did before, but he lifted a huge weight off his shoulders: no more worries about getting caught, nor being locked up.
However, the government doesn’t agree. The debt payer was payed a visit in his house one day. Not by the police, but by DEA. The DEA asked the debt payer a few questions, then showing 3 pictures to him.
“Do you know these 3 men?”
“Yes I do.”
“What do you know?”
“This guy runs a shop fixing smartphones, this guy works at a casino, and this one is a waiter at a. Restaurant”
“Do you know anything they do?”
“Of course, I just told you what they do”
“You know what I’m talking about”
“Yes and no. You guys could be here about my past. No arguing that. Or you could be asking what they have been doing, which I do not know of. Their lives are their business, which is no concern of mine.”
“Well, maybe this ought to help”
-pulls out picture of a all the men, including the debt payer himself from 2 years ago. All men are outside a house, smoking a cigarette-
“How do you explain this?”
“Old friends reunion. We haven’t seen each other for a year after we went our separate ways since becoming adults”
After that meeting with the DEA, 1 year later, the fame seeker, who was once his best friend, gets locked up for 5 years. And this is only the first day out of many for the fame seeker.
We are all angels.
We have all been killed by something.
Something that broke our hearts.
We have all died,
Yet we are still alive.
Ruined night. All over some petty bullshit.