Why I decided to leave Earth. 

I want the media to know that I was very punctilious. I’ve always treated Women with the utmost respect. I never wanted to reach the conclusion that Asian Women would never take me serious, because of the color of my skin. In less than 350 days, I talked to nearly 1500 Asian Women and none of them took time out of their day to say hello. I became furious. I never agreed with violence, but I knew the only way I could overcome that sense of rejection-would start by assaulting the Women that carelessly rejected me. I’m infatuated with the idea of having an Asian Wife and raising Children. I overworked myself for a simple idea of romance. I didn’t expect this amount of attention from the media, but I had to do it. History needed my reaction towards Asian Women. I would like to consider myself a writer, but colleagues would call me a designer or an Artist. I’ve displayed my work at Poplar restaurants in NY like NELLO NEW York where I studied the entire upper Eastside. I’ve also had an Art Show at Marcus Samuelsson’s Red Rooster Where I’ve made so many local friends. My blog has over 100 thousand views and my designs are sold at Ame Ame on 29th Street and Broadway Ave. My work has been featured on Humans of New York and Respect magazine. I’m pretty established in the art world. I just couldn’t understand why Asian Women didn’t find me attractive. Suddenly, I assumed the ones that I am attracted to use cocaine so I decided to play a game. Bash Asian Women in the Nose so that they could stop sniffing cocaine and give me a chance. At first I thought I could get away with 1 Million Noses, but at 6th victim I felt a little discouraged. I didn’t even expect to bash The Dry cleaning lady in the mouth. She went overboard with the verbal abuse. That was actually my day off from playing the Nose Game. Yeah, thats what I’ll call it “The Nose Game”.  She asked for it. Inform NYPD they could stop searching for me because I’m going to commit suicide. Actually, I’ve already tied a noose to the bottom of an elevator and I’m going to wait until someone pushes a button so that its not considered a practical suicide. This is actually murder. Thank you. I love you.