An Origin Story

I grew up during the golden age of cable television, and TV was the channel for my escape to find familiarity and comfort. I lost my dad to liver cirrhosis two days before my 14th birthday. I never really got to know him, he spent some years of my childhood in prison and didn’t speak much English. I don’t even remember the sound of his voice. 

But I do remember him looking through the newspaper and seeing an ad for “Kung Fu Hustle”. He took me and my younger brother to see it at the now defunct Laemmle Grand Theater Downtown. Watching television or going to the movies was how my family bonded. The stories on screen were my way around our language barrier