五尺之徒

Never had any money. Money never grow in me, not even a hallucinated image.

So badly poor, that I was sick of it; and never got clear which one caused the other. Struggled to survive the worst time, I started working in restaurants. Low income.

Not until that day in a Honda dealer, I was told that I could finance one home. And not until I saved and was ready for a girlfriend, and I got one.

Now the girl left.

So I am on the way to find more. No way to stop like this. But where?

Crazily,  now they are everywhere. My stay-over friends wanted to fight with me because they were bite by the bed bugs. My girlfriend left me for this reason too.

They are very interruptive. They bite when you are sleeping. When you know there are them, it probably has already been out of control.

I have no idea how I was infected. Probably from used furniture. I hope not everyone in this building is getting them.

Bugs, go away.

Sleepless night.

After days of posting on a forum, finally someone called me and wanted to provide a solution.

We talked, ate, and worked together. He had money and everything comes with it. But his business is not that good. He is a mafia.

So far, it is fun. But was that really my brother doing? I doubt, coz there is not a single connection between the one I knew and the one I know, unless there is sudden change in his gene.

So this project stopped.

In my second college year, my brother got married. His wife was a pretty decent girl. They were in love since college.

In June 1994, I finished study in college and in October, I left everything I had in China for Canada. My Dad took me and my sister to Toronto.

My Dad and Mum got divorced in 1988. They fought over this issue for years and Dad 蜗牛.

My Dad left China in 1989 to attend a forum in Canada. He soon became a permanent residence of Canada, which is a very important change in his living status in Canada.

He had a new family and had a daughter.

We came to meet them.

Oct. 06, 1994, a day to remember for me.  My Dad, my sister and I landed and became Canadian citizens years later.

It is now 2009. 15 years passed. I experienced working, studying, gaming, gambling, and lying. Dreamed to become a rock star, but become a mentally ill patient at the end. Life winded through, although I still have this mentally illness to deal with.

After being on medication for 10 years, many things are now beyond the illness. What should I do?

I thought of my brother.

So many years have passed. How is he doing now?

I tried to find the answer around me, in this city, in the people that I could reach.

My brother and I stacked together from my junior high till high school. 6 years. I worn his not-fit-anymore clothes and imitated his behaviour from talking to making social friends.

We moved to a different neighbourhood in 1988. That did not change the core of this family. Mum went working, while we three kids went to school. Day after day, we enjoyed the lives.

In 1989, my brother scored low in the country-wide unified test. So he could only go to a not-so-good college, study to be a secretary. He probably had his lowest time in his life that he did not have any power to change anything. He was still the same to me even though he did not go too well.

I really lost him when he graduated from college and started working in a factory. He started getting paid for his work. He bought a lot of nice T-shirts. I started feeling sorry that I did not invest anything for this. I had to look at him like he is a totally different brother, a new, rich, handsome, attractive man, with a pair of red eyes.

So in Summer holidays, I went to play in his factory. I was in a better college, studying Economics. Lots of things are happening in the workplace, with a flow of money behind the scene.

I found him. He had a professional looking, which showed his occupation. He still had time for me, a short while of playing computer games together.

From then on, we all grew and changed. I fought, I would not say study because it was not, in the college for a peaceful mind. He changed a few different positions in his workplace and finally became the market manager. That was something, the best one could achieve, the second person in his factory.

Friendship between my brother and I have not changed since then.