“Babe, you need to stop,” Kwat.
Yes, time traveling can be very fun. When one time you sit in your uncle’s car and observing, you absolutely love to go there alone.
People in bag making business cannot not argue about price.
“I don’t know why every time when I am happy a little bit and you just made my life miserable,” Carrie in Sex and City.
“No, listen to me honey,” Mr. Big.
While watching the TV, I was thinking, “damn it definitely was another era. Any of the dude that has been with me will definitely not still be calm and charming if I yelled at them that way.”
“Take a car together?”
“No,” Me.
After checked out a hotel in midtown, I went to Chinatown alone as it was noontime.
When people go to your studio and pay you $ 2,000 for the fake bag you assembled with the believable old fabric you believed real on Ebay, you kind of wonder why the same piece is $ 150 in Chinatown.
Why should not I say TriBeca? Nah, “hi, do you know where TriBeca is Tavor?”
“That where Kanye and Kim used to live,” Tavor.
“I thought it was Taylor Swift,” Me.
After I got off from the cab, I went to one guy and then I went to another guy.
I did not wonder whether there were differences until I reached to them.
“Why some of the pieces look so much better than the others? They are the same,” Me was wondering.
You just can tell some of the wallets have better artificial leather. The shine on the wallets are just different.
I went to that person and closed my eyes. I then started touching the leather of the wallet.
“Damn, identical,” I was talking to myself.
And then I looked at the seam. I took a deep breath, “yeah, the needling was still not that precise.”
And then, I opened the wallet and tried to tear it.
“Be careful bro,” the dude is Jamaican.
“I thought you guys sell high end stuff,” I paid $ 80 for the wallet and left.
I was thinking myself, “if the car needs to be tested for safety, the manufacturer will destroy the car to see.”
I called Kwat that day for chatting.
“Where did you go babe?” Kwat.
“Oh, I went out with my sister and then checked in a hotel nearby as I was drunk,” Me.
“Really? alone?” Kwat.
“Of course,” I answered, “ok, I went to Chinatown.”
I believed in karma around that time so I also believed that one lie can be offset by one piece of private information.
“Really?” Kwat and then was silent.
I put both pieces together and just felt, “ok, if I am angry, how much time do I need to spend to destroy the wallet?”
“Ok, this one, 3 minutes,” the 80 dollars wallet now became pieces.
“Mine, 10 minutes,” again, no matter how much time I spend on making it, destroying it is just that fast.
I was then lying on my bed thinking, “no matter how much time I spend on explaining and finding the excuses, I just knew mine is just a bit better because of the raw material. People can say it is still not from the store.”
I then made a glance on my wallet which was a gift from Ron.
“Fuck it,” I took all the 20 dollar bills and cards.
Next thing you shall know.
“Damn you Louis Vuitton!” the more I tried to tear it apart, the more it sticks.
30 minutes later I gave up and lying on my bed, “damn, I was selling counterfeit to my buyers and they pay real price for second bags. I definitely is going to jail soon.”
I got scared and called Kwat what I experienced.
“Maybe you can sell it on Chinatown,” Kwat.
“No!!!!!” Me.
Whether Kwat works for the government around that time I already was not able to know and I did not ask about his professional stuff.
“It is just not very smart.”
I went back to the Jamaican dude who sold me the wallet.
“Good stuff dude,” me complimenting the guy.
“Yep, I have the best.”
“I got those for you very cheap, and I will message you the price,” Me.
“Sorry, I don’t take products not from wholesale.”
“How about a consignment? It means I will pay you $ 150 a day and then you can sell them with your regular price,” me.
The guy took the bags and then pushed my hand away with the cash.
Going back to Kwat’s car and then I started crying like a little girl. I just have not cried that loud and sad for at least 15 years.
You shall know the end. A white mid-age lady went by 15 minutes after and purchased all with how much ever the guy asked.
When she turned her head to my direction, I saw a smile on her face.
Yeah, the song is called, “the Power of Love”.