The first sword of escrima does not run

The first sword of escrima does not run – literally – for those who know me know my old saying “ I don’t run because I an vain and I look like shit when I run. That’s why I learned to fight. “ An old friend of mine recently divorced with a 6 year old boy lives a few blocks from me. Her boyfriend was out of town.  I get a panicked phone call saying “ I think someone is trying to break in.” Now a reasonable man who is currently without his truck would say. “ Call the cops.” Remember I said a reasonable man. Not the sensei, he had to run. Cause the sensei lives for silly cheap heroics. So I bolted there. And if anyone was trying to break in. There were scared off by the 6’3 inch, chain smoking man, held together by duct tape and prayer, mass of screaming warrior poet howling a line of profanity that bordered speaking in tongues. Obviously there was no intruder and my friend chuckled. If there was an intruder I most likely would have collapsed upon him, immobilizing him until the authorities arrived. Now that I have my breath and I am settling in with a beer. Life is good. I can’t feel my lower extremities and my nipples can cut glass. But still the old man still got it. Whatever it is I’m not sure. And I am going to spend the rest of the evening not going into the light. Cheers.