My brother and I haven't talked in 5 months. Yesterday, I found out on his website that James Dean and I are his heros. This is the sweetest thing I've ever stumbled upon. I am relaying this bit when the following story from Kirky's newstyleasiangirlfriend is told.

‘There once was a little bird...’

‘And this bird wanted to stay behind and rest a little, even though his flock was leaving to fly south.
“Just a little longer here” the little bird told the others “I’ll catch up.”

…but the little bird didn’t catch up, and he found himself shivering in the cold,
and then the snow. The burden of the snow and cold weighed down on his delicate wings,and the bird fell down to the ground- hidden beneath the snow. There seemed to be no hope of being rescued…

…until a horse in the pasture took a big dump that landed directly on the little bird’s head.
Miraculously, the snow was melting and the bird was going to be saved!
Just then, a fox came to this place and began to dig.
The bird was amazed as his luck! Now someone was digging him free!

…instead he tipped his head down, scooped up the little bird, and ate him.”

Kirky is relaying this story to me. He summarizes Ming’s tale, by telling me that
sometimes, the person that you think is out to harm you, happens to be your greatest
savior and support. Sometimes, he says, the one you think is going to lift you out of harms way is only out for their own gain.

There is a quiet lull in the car as I apply this to my own situation.

“And sometimes,” says Kirk, “I just want to sit in my underpants, watch TV, and drink a beer. I want to tell her: ‘Would you shut up with that Confucious crap!”