The first time I played jazz guitar on stage, these two guys who would look down on me were also playing in the same concert as violinists.  When they saw me, they started to chuckle and asked what I was doing there.  

I said nothing and went on stage with my guitar.  A rarity for an Asian kid to have enough of a skill level at that instrument to actually perform.  And the look on their faces – these entitled, arrogant ones – pure envy and jealousy.

I chose this path because I wanted to be more like Bruce Lee than not.  To change the game, the perception and reality of Asians.  Especially men.

A good journey.  Good stories. 

A good story.