Well, when my blogging Miyagi speaks I jump. Here are my 6 random facts:

1. I’m a 1st degree black belt. So don’t mess with me because I can ju-do flip you on your head. I can no longer to the Jean Claude Van Dame splits on 2 chairs but I can still give a mean, “Hi-ya!”

2. Before my Organic Days eating SPAM was a regular event. Fried SPAM with rice. With eggs. Don’t knock it till you’ve tried I always say. I still think its great but it’s not exactly on the OH&H things to eat any more. Oh SPAM how I miss thee.

3. I spoke Korean before I spoke English. Pretty crazy huh? But when I came to the States I didn’t want anything to do with Korean. Just like a good American does I said screw the world and everything in it…America does everything the best and our way is supreme! I also speak a small amount of Romanian.

4. I have a fascination with stealing. Not little things like electronics and clothes. More like Italian Job or Ocean’s Eleven kind of stealing. The big heist if you will. If I wasn’t a Christian that’s what I would do. Form a team that takes millions from the rich and then gives millions to the…well, to our bank accounts in Switzerland. We’re not Christians remember?

5. If I wasn’t already considered so metro-sexual I would carry a purse. That’s right a man bag. I just think it would be great. I’m always dealing with my wallet, keys, phone, and on occassion my Burt’s Bees Wax. If I had a purse I wouldn’t ever have to worry about how my ass looks when I’m wearing tight jeans and my wallet looks like an abnormal growth. The purse would be the answer. But since I’ve been considered a gorgeous gay man in some circles I’ll instead think of maybe investing in a messenger bag.

6. I’ve dressed in drag before. Ok, so maybe I shouldn’t have put this random fact after #5 but how random is it that in 2000 my good buddy Keas and I road tripped to Chicago and while we were there we dressed in drag. To make a long story short, his sister was a photographer for the city and she spent a lot of time in the gay community. One night we went with her to take photos in an all Black (do you capitalize black? or should I have said African American?) drag club. That’s right, we went clubbin’ with the Queens. Picture a room of 200 black men and women and some that you weren’t quite sure of…and then us. 2 white folks and a 1/2 Korean. Great show and I was confused at times, but it made for a great memory. Dressing in drag came the next day when we were at the wig/dress store most of our friends from the previous night shop at. No pictures to show at this time. Why? Because I had much junk in the trunk and if I’m being honest with my random facts I have to tell you that a picture of me overweight in a glittery dress is more disturbing then funny.

SB