The life story of my 3-year roommate, Myung:

I went to Walnut High School and graduated in 1999. I was a good kid in high school… I joined all the clubs, went to church, got involved in ASB… Did all the shit that you want your son to do.
The first two years of college were rugged. A bunch of bad shit kept happening beginning from the end of high school. I consequently became self destructive. March 1999, two of my good friends, Lynn Chen and Suel Lee died in a car crash coming back from a rave. I got my heart broken, for the first time, by a girl my freshman year of college. I shutdown my pride and joy, MP3site.com, in 2000, because I got dicked over by a company called Raremedium. My mom moved back to Korea. My other good friend from high school, Jason Cheng, died suddenly of a heart failure in March of 2001. Ironically, I searched for a way out of those dark years inside of a toilet bowl, yacking my brains out at one of two Korean drinking establishments (Koko House & World Beat) on telegraph. Both were shut down because they allowed newborn babies to drink Soju out of their bottles. I didn’t give a shit during those years- I went through my sophomore year of college without purchasing a single book or attending a single lecture. I shit you not.
There was no event that caused me to give a shit again. It’s just that when I hit rock bottom, I had no choice but to swim back up. My junior year, I started going to class, I found a job doing computer shit for campus.

Carlos , the incarnation of Beelzebub himself, transferred to Yale to study music.

I decided that I wanted to give my academics a second shot. That’s when I decided to pursue law. My Junior and Senior year were stable and I brought my 2.0 GPA to 3.010…

I’m ready to start fresh at law school.