[vash]

the man that taught me to bass fish..he was this huge hulking african american man. cigar smoker..had one clenched in his teeth full time. i once went by his house, and he answered the door in a japanese kimono looking bathrobe. i laughed out loud. i went into his home for the first time, and he had those TSAI weapons crisscrossed over his fireplace, some big ass yingyang brass thing on the wall, an asian folding room divider. i was WTF? my mom had less stuff. this was 1982. his porn collection was HUGE. hell of a bass fisherman, and he had a boat. dated some korean woman.

rock bands couldnt get by without some chinese character on the album covers..it was ridiculous.