A Little Juju

Just talking…about Moo Duk Kwan

In the past, I spent 25 months with this guy. He is, by far, one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. Not only is he the most confident person I’ve ever known…he is the most accomplished person in matters of “defusing a bad situation” I’ve ever known. He is the guy who used acupuncture to heal my knee. It worked. He is the guy who made me appreciate fresh cut flowers. He is about my size, and is the one who taught me not to walk on my tip toes. He taught me to spin the sticks. He taught me how to think fast. He taught me some long sword, and some short blade. He taught me some long staff. He taught me confidence. He taught me speed. He taught me size doesn’t matter. We played a lot of chess. We are friends.

He, above all, believes in compassion.

Now, having said this, my conclusion is he is the baddest motherfucker I know…and I know some bad asses.

Kind of Mystical…

He has the Juju.