"I don't care who he was.
I intend to kill every one-armed boxer I come across here".
... and he did, except for the last one-armed man.
Such is the nature of the beast. That beast being the 1975 Taiwanese thriller Master of the Flying Guillotine. I had the pleasure of watching
it at the atmospherically quaint Cafe Brasil tonight. I sat there with my New York cut Menthol cigarettes, sipped my $1.62 French roast coffee and enjoyed watching my first real Kung Fu classic. I'm not quite sure when or if I'll ever get a chance to watch another like it. Kung Fu classics aren't my usual cup of tea.
I don't really have a whole lot more to say. Here is a picture of a hatched egg shell that my friend Jake found. We used it to ash our cigarettes in.
