Kung hay fat boy!

Happy Chinese New Year to all the Chinoys and Chinays out there. Stay good looking and rich! It’s the year of the Snoop Dog, which happens to be my year. I hope this means it’ll be a good year for me, because if it isn’t, I’ll boycott Chinatown.

My cousin and I used to go to Chinatown every new year to blow up firecrackers that didn’t blow up the night before. One year we bought a quail from the poultry shop and let it free in Golden Gate Park. It felt good, but then again I think we should’ve ate it. Some people can move on from their mistakes, but I still wish we let that quail go on a grill instead.