Sooyah Jun is like the female East Coast version of me. She joins me on a Saturday afternoon where she was putting in some extra time at her day job without even getting paid like a madwoman. Actually, that part's not like me at all. I would never do that. We sat in the lunchroom, which looked like the kitchen of a single dad and we talked about how both of our childhoods were affected by neglect and wondered if the Korean War had anything to do with how crazy our parents turned out.