Ray comes home from Los Angeles, reeking of smoky cow, and looking like one, too. What's with the smile, Raymond Lam? Without so much as a greeting, he stretches his arm out in front of me. "Look at the scar on my large bicep," he boasts. "Indeed," I answer, "you are quite the Action Man, to receive such a formidable lesion." He sighs contentedly, and begins to regale me with the epic tale. "I was playing basketball this morning in the courts near a elementary school playground. After a couple of games, I noticed there were a couple of guys that looked like they might want to join in, so I invited them to come play. They said no, they just wanted to watch for a while. I shrugged and continued playing. During the next game, right after my friend Jeff shot a nice fade-away, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the guys from before were looking through my backpack. Anyway, to make a long story short, there was a a small scuffle, and I ended up with this long scratch on my bicep. It didn't hurt at all, but my mom got scared and said, 'you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.'" Today is Sunday, October 30, 2011, and Ray had Korean barbecue in Korea Town, Los Angeles. Go Raymond!
