I once worked with a young man name Chu who shot himself with a twenty-two,

"Oh no, poor Chu" we all cried, will he pull thru.

So to the hospital we all trekked, Shelley, Stacy, Lisa and her mother too,

And Nora and Christy, and Tan, and Houng With flowers, cards, candy, stuffed animals And he lay there bare chested for us all to see, the small round blood crusted spot so accuately placed in the middle of his chest,

"Hey, it was just an accident, I was cleaning my gun" He said. What a performance!, so practiced! so rehersed! And he had a scar to show too,

when the Doctors went to find the "magic bullet", that had bounced off a rib and slithered about until it came to rest near a kidney and his spine,

and they would not touch it, he could keep in him with the suspense for one day when it might do harm. Chu did not return to work (except to bring us all his homemade egg rolls to show his gratitude)

he went to San Jose, we got a letter or two, but have lost touch...... he was going to school, or joining a cruise ship or such.

Ran into his brother Twi at HP "What happen to Chu?" said I, "He's in the Merchant Marines, doing fine", said Twi

Perhaps he and his magic bullet have gone around the world