Mr. 约翰逊, my boss, has justifiably fired me. I bear the chink no ill will. He held onto me longer than he needed to, and always treated me well. I think he kept me around because I was smart. But, at the end of the day, I was too moody, especially after my mother's hospitalization and my father's stroke(s). Mr. 约翰逊 stopped by my desk, and looked at all of the poetry I had written. >Theo, I like you. But you moody bitch, and I Chinese, no have discernible emotion. You fired for being fag. And you know what? He was right. I am a moody bitch.