I'm the product of a Vietnamese mother and an Irish father. Both grew up poor, and my mother suffered through wartimes in Vietnam. My father also served in the war. With all that, I'm just another upper middle class son with two older brothers. But that doesn't exactly explain it because while I grew up in relative comfort, there was a lot of emotional turmoil in my adolescence. The stress of immigration and all the residual trauma coming from both sides of the family, led to a lot of emotional turbulence. I never felt like I fit in anywhere, and yet I learned how to make myself useful. Art being the preferred mode of expression.