Dear Father;
By the time you read this letter I will have been long gone.
Don't bother alerting the authorities. My master and I laugh. It's impossible to catch me now. I mean, who can catch the wind?
My leaving is not your fault. I can not blame you for knowing that 22 years ago, Mother gave birth not to a “Todd McAsh”, but to a fallen 12th century Shaolin monk named Jiao Ji.
Jiao is chinese meaning Wind.
Master says my White Crane training is almost complete. He is impressed on how fast I move but says he isn't surprised. Jaio Ji lives in me, he says. Next, I move on to Hung Gar. It is the art of moving hands. Master is also teaching me the language.
MING NA!
That means soft lips.
I must go now. Master is calling. Tell Mom and Missy I love them and that I am sorry. But we are in a time of unrest! (One more year of community college will have to wait.)
Master sends you both a message:
THE NEW AGE IS COMING AND JIAO JI HAS AWOKEN!!!!!!!!!
