My dad, Smiley, is a first generation immigrant.
More often than not, my understandings of the world directly contrasted with his perceptions. Between my dad and I, there was struggle, but there was also magic.
These are those stories, and I hope they make you smile.
Here's a story about how the Son of Smiley fell asleep dramatically with the muppets.
The Son of Smiley somehow managed to get himself a Nintendo NES classic Japanese edition. He also somehow managed to bring back all his childhood trauma with this simple machine.
Since it is the Monday after Mother's Day, the Son of Smiley thought he'd read a little piece he wrote about 2 years ago, about a time when his mom taught him how to tell time.
Once upon a time, there was a piece of chicken. There was also almost a chicken creep. You'll understand once you listen.
As the Son of Smiley sits here with the pain of gout accompanying him, he thought he'd share one of his favorite moments that he still remember as if it were yesterday.
This is what happens when the Son of Smiley's brother and him are bored, and have access to every sport equipment known to man.
This is how the Son of Smiley made a crap load of money because people can't tell Asians apart.
In conclusion, this is definitely not how you cross a border.
The Son of Smiley doesn't do much after shows, but when he does, it is always interesting. This one time, it got too interesting.
There is always a first for everything. The Son of Smiley's involved a sporting goods store that sold garbage.
This week the Son of Smiley was asked an interesting question by a journalist: What is the thing you owned for the longest time? Well, here's his answer.
This is a story about survival. Or betrayal. Anyways, you be the judge.
Who is your hero? Whoever they are, the Son of Smiley bets they never have done this before.
Sometimes with extreme pleasure comes extreme pain.
The Son of Smiley is allergic to everything on this planet.
So this weekend, The Son of Smile's Air BnB host's dog ate his shoes. Dogs do silly things, and sometimes that silly stays with you.
The Son of Smiley's doctor is the best. At being the worst.
Sometimes amazing happens. Sometimes their names are Amanda and Cameron.
Once upon a time the Son of Smiley drove to Missoula. That time was not a good time.
The Son of Smiley's dad was a big fan of road trips. What he was not a big fan of, was different foods. This story is a product of that combo.
Sometimes you're told to do something, and that something turns out to be everything you did not want.
This story is about the things the Son of Smiley does for comedy and the things he doesn't do for comedy anymore.
This past weekend, the Son of Smiley's suitcase went flying without him.
This week's story is a short one, which is ironic because the time frame in this story was not a short one.