Long lost hate mail and a weird visit.

Today I went to the cemetery with a strange boy I was trying to impress. We were searching for Bruce Lee's final resting place. When I got home, I grabbed my copy of Bruce Lee Fighting Spirit and found some expired hate mail inside:

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.” - Bruce Lee