His life was a simmering stew of chainsaws,

His life was a simmering stew of chainsaws, beef jerky and wrong answers. That's why he was so happy when

talents but the most amazing one was his phoenix impression. He rose from his own ashes, a smoldering spire of cinders erupted from his urn as the priest read the last rites

which really pissed him off as he was a Buddhist. Once he had calmed everyone down and called an ambulance for his elderly mother, he got to work tackling crime in broad daylight.

In his saffron robes and domino mask he became the first Buddhist superhero. He would approach robbers and advise them not to take too much, just the right amount. His sidekick,

Shambalabala, grinned toothily."You tell 'em, Buddy," he said softly with just the right amount of softness. SuperBuddy spun his prayer wheel while the robbers watched, mesmorized

by the spinning gold & the chanting words of SuperBuddy. "May the robbers present here regret their actions & alter their evils ways. May they instead find good jobs & peace beyond

a reasonable amount, and a place to hang their hat, and a hat they like enough to actually wear, and friends who do not make fun of their hat, and a hobby collecting things that

Make a shoebox sized flat tolerable, such as a coffee mugs and tea things. Also, a hotplate so that neighbour who puts octopus on pizza cannot see them. I know from experience!

I opened the window again. It wasn't too bad after all. I got used to worse things in the past. A cup of hot coffee would make it all better...