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Chinatown with Jbomb

What’s more fun than taking your Chinese friend to Chinatown?

Nothing!!! She rocks the sidewalks I tell you. From Broadway to Alpine we were the silliest girls telling jokes and chasing the smells of hot garlicy pork buns. I got to ask her every question I ever wanted. From what the Mongolian BBQ Deli sign says to what all the many many boxes of paper clothes are for. I feel like the secrets of the Orient have been unlocked just for me. She is my very own personal tour guide who doesn’t make fun of me for not having a clue. Actually, I take that back. She laughs at me all the time but it is okay because I am her “tall friend with the small face”. Tall with a small face!!! Who can resist a compliment like that?

In other news: My Dad is now an author. And apparently I’m to do some illustrating for him. Chop! Chop!