I was born into a Korean American family in the suburbs of Missouri. My parents gave me everything a kid could ask for, and for that, I am forever deeply grateful, possibly guilt ridden, and severely displaced. But as a spoiled Korean American kid from the Midwest, I stumbled into elite schools on the East Coast, which later led to a cynicism and general malaise of indifference throughout my 20s. Witnessing the proliferation of the new economy at the turn of the century only worsened this condition. During my 20s and early 30s, I also observed an exponential increase in the sophistication of our culture (It was very apparent in San Francisco), or, as I like to call it, the Sexualization of Late Stage Capitalism. These observations left me astray as a social outlier. I was a part of the world, yet, not of it. And so I turned towards drink and became experienced in the grungy, underbelly of life. But, as I grew older, I came full circle to become a semi-prominent, upstanding citizen; or, as the elder generation like to say, My balls had dropped.