At the age of 18 I fled my native Hong Kong after killing a man at a dance. I fled to California where I upset my Asian counterparts by perfecting a form of Karate called Jit-su-koo or "way of the fist". That's not really my life story but the story of Bruce Lee. Mines much cooler. I have a strange sense of humor, borderline psychotic, but my friends find me humorous, most of them at least.
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