“Give me the dope.”“Ugh.”“Ugh what?” I said.“Doesn’t sound right coming from you. Sounds too mom-ish.”“Well, I am a mom. Now tell me what you know or I’ll shove my mommy sneaker up your ass.”“Now that’s the Samantha Moon that I remember.”“Chad...”“Right. Fine. Look, some of this isn’t easy to talk about. I mean, it’s kind of crazy, actually.”“Crazy, how?”“You know about Bruce Lee, right?”“Sure,” I said. “Kung fu guy?”“Well, he was much more than just a kung fu guy, but yeah, him. Anyway, he died... of cerebral edema caused by pain medication. A bad reaction, you know? He died at age thirty-two.”“So what about him?” I asked.“In 1985, Black Belt Magazine stirred up some controversy when it suggested that Bruce Lee had, in fact, been killed by a dim mak.”“Dim mak?”“Death touch.”“Of course,” I said.“You might laugh but there are lots of fighters and martial artists out there who think the dim mak is real.”“And how might one die from a dim mak?”“That part isn’t so easy to explain.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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