On Airliner 157 an Asian man named Chan Lee was on flight to L.A. Chan was a clam korean man who spoke Korean and English but with a heavy accent. As he looked out the widow all he saw was clouds of cotton. It seemed as if he can lay down on them and seize to fall. It was a godly experience to look at these clouds. He started to envision a land of opportunity. Streets paved with gold and jewelry. A land free of racism and criminals. A land full of wealth, opportunity, happiness and prosperity.
"NOW DESCENDING TO L.A AIPORT!"shouted the pilot
"HAA!"(Chan jumps)
"Are you ok?" asked the stewardess
"Yes I'm fine" answered Chan.
"We have arrived at Los Angeles" said the pilot
"Finally I'm in a place I can fulfill my dreams," said Chan
Two weeks later Mr.Lee is scrubbing the bathroom is scrubbing the bathroom floor. He's on his knees with a scrub in one hand and a rag in the other. He is violently scrubbing the floors floors as he struggles to take turd stains off the floor. Until, SLAM! the door swung open violently.
"WHAA
