“Max” was the new guy in karate class. He’d been there about two weeks the first time we fought. He was a white belt. I was a green belt. And…he was so strong, so fast, so aggressive that I could barely hold him off. What was clear was that in a few months I wouldn’t be able to. I knew that the first time I fought him. He was “a natural”. He had “talent.” I felt sick, anxious. It was unfair. What the hell was the point in trying, when there were guys like Max who could just walk off th...
Published on January 01, 2019 12:20