The Story
A memory behind the music
The first Christian Mass I went to as with my friend Jenny Ngyuen. This was the winter of 2002. Just after high school finished. Just after my mom had been commited to a mental hospital by my dad. And after she'd gotten out, thankfully. But life at home with just my mom didn't make sense. It was cold. It was scary, not in a fear of being hurt kind of way, but just of dealing with the fact that christmas wouldn't be the same every again. So I needed to be somewhere different. So I went to hang out with Jenny for Christmas eve. I liked her, but she liked other guys. But really i needed to not be alone. So we went and saw houses with fancy christmas lights. And her mom took us all to catholic mass. And it was 100% in vietnamese. So I had truly no idea what was going on. I just had to be quiet and not make noise. Much like Jenny's little sister Jessie. I was like a 10 year old trying to handle my boredom. But this was so much better than the alternative way of experiencing christmas eve.