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my first martial arts class on campus.
the instructor is young, late twenties.
he looks like edward norton.
while he was making us run drills,
he barked at us
"there are no rules in a streetfight!
"you will not have time to prepare!
"no fight lasts longer than ten seconds!
"you are not your f*cking khakis!"
okay, maybe not that last one,
but you get the idea.
he used me for almost all his demonstrations.
perhaps i'm a natural,
maybe even his favorite.
or maybe he really hates me,
and wants to kick me around.
not out of the realm of possibility.
this will be good for me.
and then there's this girl
i don't have any classes that start before 10 AM
that means i can almost pull a full 12 hours tonight
i just hope that i can walk in the morning
the instructor is young, late twenties.
he looks like edward norton.
while he was making us run drills,
he barked at us
"there are no rules in a streetfight!
"you will not have time to prepare!
"no fight lasts longer than ten seconds!
"you are not your f*cking khakis!"
okay, maybe not that last one,
but you get the idea.
he used me for almost all his demonstrations.
perhaps i'm a natural,
maybe even his favorite.
or maybe he really hates me,
and wants to kick me around.
not out of the realm of possibility.
this will be good for me.
and then there's this girl
i don't have any classes that start before 10 AM
that means i can almost pull a full 12 hours tonight
i just hope that i can walk in the morning