today's post on our dearly departed, comes to us from todays guest blogger: sneaky pete --- his eulogy was so succinctly put it appears here, un-edited:
watching kung fu every week could have been the highlight of my week as a kid. who didn't make some form of a throwing star after seeing him dodge them from the elders for initiation passages? who didn't imagine the pain of picking up that hot branding thing with your forearms that looked like a mini hibachi, and feeling the subsequent relief of the snow, post dragon brand? who didn't smile when he took on 4 western rednecks and dropped them all?
my 3 year old daughter practices her kung fu everyday only because there was a tv show back in the early 70's that burned a mark in everyone's head that watched it. shit, i am writing this right now wearing my paul frank "kung fu" pj pants circa 1999!
hey david, you shouldn't have hung yourself, you cop out. why not hire a guide to take you in the jungle 2 hours outside of bangkok to track down a tiger, pay said guide 1,000,000 Baht to look the other way, jump out of the truck and onto the tiger's back for a real death match. that's how you go out if you are the legend of kung fu. hanging yourself with a phone cord from the Hyatt, Bangkok is for business men from ny who hate themselves for all the he/she chasing, coke and lies to their wives each and every Skype session while on their "business" trip to the far east. "
shoulda, woulda, coulda,
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