I read Jackie Chan’s autobiography on a plane to Europe. At the end is a list of all the injuries he has suffered for his art. It was like, eight pages long. He’s broken pretty much every bone it’s possible to break (except the ones in your inner ear) and has a hole in his head from when he fell on a sharp branch. In Hungary.

He’s one tough mofo. But I don’t know if even he can take on this enormous piece of sushi his Hong Kong sushi restaurant created.

I Miss Sushi.