Hi. I'm Andrew Jang. A Korean born, American raised, content creator, novice writer, mental health advocate and European in training as I rebuild my life once more at 47 with my dog, Seven.

 

Built off summers at my grandparents farm in Iowa, MacGyver, Star Trek and the insecurities of being a kid, I grew into an ever curious, can build almost anything and will certainly try everything kind of adult who built a tech company at 24 because he wanted to. Created the most talked about events in Seattle at 30 because he liked being around women. Became the top fashion designer for professional athletes at 35 because he was given a chance to work the NBA draft, and then at 42 worked in 3D Manufacturing because he needed a part that hadn't been made yet so he could finish building something for his dog. And at 44, became a VP of a health clinic, because he watched a podcast from Andrew Huberman and became obsessed with hormones and blood. And then, at 44, became a content creator on TikTok, because he was struggling with his mental health. And Since he had no-one to talk to, he talked to the dancing app he had always made fun of.

 

Making money and being viewed as successful has been an important part of my identity, even if I haven't been great at those lately. But giving back to the community has never been optional for me, I've done it every year, even in my hardest times. And even though I have felt alone most all of my life and had moments I truly was, I still have met tens of thousands of people from all walks of life flying first class to New York, or riding on the bus to the south side of Chicago. 

 

And even though this sounds like an amazing life. It's also been a complicated one where I have had to fight to earn back my reputation and beg for the respect to be treated like a human being. I know that last part sounds melodramatic, but I promise you, I know what's like to have someone put a gun to my head, put a knife to my chest, and to have me put it to theirs. I know what it's like to punched, kicked, bleeding as men physically surrounded me; as I fought to break them first. I know what it's like to abuse drugs, alcohol, and everything else that comes with that and I know what it's like to be so alone, the only friend I had was suicide.  I know what a hard life is like. A violent life is like. A homeless life. A hated life. A bad life, a hopeless life.  A lost one, a forgotten one and one that nobody wanted, not even me. I know all of these because I have lived them, survived them and fought back from them. So, when I tell you, that I had to fight people, to give me the dignity to live past my past life, I am not exaggerating.

 

Life is not easy. And for some reason, mine has felt like a challenge beyond measure. And yet, here I am. And here you are, a stranger, interested in my crazy fucking life. Reading about what makes me unique on a website that bears my name and story I wrote and rewrote 200,000 times as I look out the window of my apartment in Europe, to a sky that I never thought I would see; in my dreams and in my lowest moments. So, life. Is also a good. When you can get past the past that makes you believe that it's not worth it. At least thats how I feel as another human, just trying to figure shit out. Baggage in one hand; literally and figuratively. My coffee and phone in the other. As the best part of life, my dog Seven, leads the way. 

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Now that you know a little bit more about me. What Else Do you Want to know? 

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