Lifesaver

This is bizarre. Last night a bunch of us went out for dinner. My lighting tech was sitting next to me, devouring a plate of chicken. He started flailing around and grabbing my arm, indicating that he was choking. I instinctively gave the little bastard the heimlich maneuver until he popped out a piece of chicken the size of a quarter and then continued eating. I didn't even think about it. Today Andre gave me this:














I think, at least according to Ghost Dog, that I own someone's life and can have him kill people for me at my command. This may or may not be true, and frankly tarnishes the act of general kindness a bit.