I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life

The day everything changed.

This was our most personal day yet. I don’t have many pictures from it because it was honestly too personal. Shit got real.

Thing is, Brother Orange is a really great guy. He’s a great dad and a great son. He’s had a rough couple of years. I find out that both his parents died in 2012. He moved back to his hometown to take care of them. Besides that, his investment in a fishing boat went bad. After a flood, the government forced him to take his boat out of the water. Things have been pretty shitty for Bro lately.

Today, the press was finally leaving us alone and giving us some space. I felt like we finally got to do the things that Bro wanted to do. He wanted to show me his life, and that’s what we were doing.

He let me into super-personal parts of his life. I went to his childhood climbing trees, a local temple, and his parents’ house. We even paid tribute to his ancestors. I have a moment when he asks me how I pay tribute to my ancestors. I don’t have an answer. Americans don’t really do that. It’s fucked up and makes me feel bad. Cultural differences, man!

People in China don’t just open themselves up like this. I am now his family. We are brothers.