They say that everything comes in threes. Just as in death, life springs forth in a butterfly effect. Where one man's Tagalog tong touches down to obliterate and alliterate my Taipei of Asian seasoning, another being springs forth isometrically to witness the world through a kaleidoscope of Kung Paosy. It was 9 months ago to this day, when I left this forum in a tear filled toodle-oo. The reality that my child would grow up a bastard at the hands of a father who refused to take the receipt for the random midnight Hollywood trists that he and I partook in under the firmament of Autumn. Adrian, do know that deep down inside my heart of hearts, I will never forget the time under the willow tree in Larchmont Village, where you stared at my whispering eye with lustful focus, sweet serenading my Bangkok dangerous as my Beijing beef knolled twelve times in a chorus of Hymenian harmonics to the approaching quiver of your phallic Gran Torino. The echoing sighs that sung out under the canopy of that arboreal honeymoon suite was audiogenic chardonnay to the ears of this girl who spent a lifetime in the throes of abandonment. I looked deep in to the window of your soul and for once felt whole. It seemed illogical that your deposited gamete would not only unravel my string bikini, but also our union. The message which I left on your voice mail Friday of little Dat Phan crying for his Father's milk was left unanswered for the umpteenth time. Hence which is why I have returned to my old stomping grounds in search of Dat Phan's paternal guide. Where for art thou my Licherous King? HellMikeMotorBike and Dorian are two men that know the importance of family. Why must you always put your needs above the needs of your family?!? Babay come home!! 
