Monday, December 18, 2006
New Beginning 177
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be the female version of either Sherlock Holmes or Wong Fei Hung, and that pretty much sums up my life. Don't worry if you don't know who I'm talking about. I get that a lot.
If you're the only white girl in a Chinese family, out of place doesn't even begin to describe it. I mean, most of the time, it doesn't really register. They're just family.
But of course, other people don't see it that way. And that's how it always starts.
My cousin Wayne and I are on our way to our grandpa's house when we hear the yelling.
"Hey cutie. What's a sexy girl like you doing with that chink?"
I try to will Wayne along, to not make eye contact. I love my cousin, but he's got the survival skills of a lemming at full moon.
"You gotta problem with me?" Wayne demands angrily to the two greasy guys in the Dodge, immediately taking the bait.
"Yeah, I do, chink," the driver responds, and both of them step out of the car to face us, fists clenching.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," I begin, "but I can see from the red mud on your tires that you've been up Lookout Mountain, which is well known for marijuana growing. And from the nick on the bottom of your t-shirt, I can tell that you were in a knife fight using the Guatemalan 8" Switch, which is a rare blade in this vicinity. Also illegal."
The two reach back into their car to pull out baseball bats.
I fly into the air, launching a series of No Shadow Kicks into their faces, sending the two to the pavement in a bloody, groveling heap.
Wong Fei Hung tends to be more effective than Sherlock around here.
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: Pacatrue