Excerpts from the pages of NY Best Selling Book "Is Dr. Tom The Hero In My Life"
June 29th 1994
Today my mom allowed me to go help my Uncle Tom move into his new appartment. We lived across town but Uncle Tom had picked me up from my house. Uncle Tom was the only person my parents would allow me to hang out with. The rest of my relatives were considered me nyuam neeg loj leeb. They dyed their hairs, kept long bangs, smoked, drinked, and ran away from home most of the time. Uncle Tom was different, he was still in school, dressed conservatively (fobbish), he knew how to talk to our elders and our traditions. Uncle Tom only recently moved to the United States from Ban Vinai, a refugee camp in Thailand but he was becoming more assimulated as each day passes.
He owns a 1994 Toyota Celica, that is painted green on the bottom half and brown on the top half. There were four different colored pin strips to blend in the green and blue. He installed a spoiler on the back trunk which I helped him build using 2x4's, some drywall screws and bondo. It still was a pinkish color because we didn't paint it yet. He has two 12 inch subwoofers in the trunk. One is a Pyle Driver and the other is just blank with no name. The whole system is connected to a amp that only has one side working. The sound quality is really bad, but Uncle Tom doesn't really notice.
About 15 mins of driving We are almost to his new apartment. During the drive, the only thing i could do was look out the passenger window, smile, and try not to die lauging in my head. Uncle Tom was playing his new 2 live crew tape he just bought from the Flea market. I tried to block it out but I could hear him. "Oh, kuv so horny, Oh Kuv so horny, Oh, oh, oh, kuv so horny..." I just wanted to bust out lauging but was afraid he might have really been trying to sing this song.