Tonight I had a few beers with my brother-in-law and brother (He's not really my brother, he's my half sister's half brother from Thailand. It's just easier to call him my brother.) In the course of the evening he related to me a story: Brother: In Thailand there was a man 104 years old. He very healthy and always live on the water. Brother in Law: The people love him very much. He good man. Me: Cool...he lived by a river? Brother: No. He live on the water. Me: Like he floated and shit? On the water? Brother: No, he live on a cano. Me: You mean a canoe? Brother: Yes, except it was square. When the weather bad he go under a bridge. Me: Like a troll? Brother in law: You want chicken? Me: No thanks. Brother: Everybody in Thailand love him. His wife die when he 60, so he live in cano catching fish. The queen of Thailand hear about him and buy him a new boat with a roof. It to heavy on the top and flip over in storm. He die. Me:...uh ...*blink, blink*...what kind of fucked up story is that? Focus: The hell if I know....good intentions gone horribly wrong? It was to good of a story to keep to myself.