"Lend me your arms, fast as thunderbolts,

"Lend me your arms, fast as thunderbolts, for a pillow on my journey." As Hendrick lay his pen down, he imagined the possibility of his haiku poem becoming reality.

Hendrick had studied the art of karate, Kung fu, jujitsu, judo and haiku. It was at his skills at Feng Shu that he received the most

accolades. He could walk into a house and say "I need bells, I need foo dogs, I need loadsa red. I don't need black, or the children, the dog or the husband." Hendrick's Feng Shui

was controversial, yes, but when he did a room right you'd walk in and it was like sex, drugs, and rock n roll all rolled into one sensory blowing package. I didn't leave my living

grandmother alone for nothing. The old coot was a straight klepto. But my dead grandmother, I left her everywhere, including this fastasmic room that he had decorated right.

Every square cm of wall was covered by faded and peeling KISS fold-outs from a number of 70s and 80s teen music rags. I sat Indian-style in the center of the room and meditated on

how stupid I must've looked, back in the days, with black and white paint all over my face and half a gallon of hairspray crusting on my scalp. I felt a cramp coming up in my

fingers. The spot lights shined in my eyes. "HELLO ORLANDO! WE ARE KISS TRIBUTE BAND, SMOOTCH!" I then dropped my guitar pick. I remember the drummer being completely blotto.

Unfortunately,we couldn't convince him to leave the stage.So he just sat there,staring at my legs."What marvelous legs you have",he sighed.I sat down and lost myself in his eyes.