"Year of the Dragon". 1985. I remember Chinese folks in NYC protesting against the movie. But the reality was just too close for me to go to China Town. I couldn't believe they put that movie out there. I wasn't in a gang, but knew a lot of Korean gang members. And few of friends lived near downtown Manhattan. Things I saw, things I heard about.. That movie scared the hell out of me. Year after the movie, we were in Chinatown buying fire crackers for the independence day. I almost shit myself with fire crackers going off everywhere. Never been to Chinatown after that.