Emerging from the shadows, the sunlight burned my retinas, forcing my Asian eyes to squint even smaller. After the discombobulation ended, my head was hurled back suddenly as if God moved the swing arm of a protractor. As I now gazed deep into the light blue California sky, I expected to see puffs of smoke and hear the toot of a horn because it sounded like I was on a train, but with intermittent gunfire. Please, blog, may I have some more?



