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Thursday, July 15, 2004

Earlier today, I made good on my promise to train with BILLY_JACK.  It was obvious just how long it's been since he did any stickwork.  It wasn't all that bad, though.  I taught him some trapping moves.  I'm sure DATU_B is cringing if he's reading this right now, but not to worry -- he didn't really learn a damn thing.  Truth be told, I did it more so that I could get some trapping practice in.  I also kicked his @$$ knife sparring.  God help him, BILLY_JACK actually went ahead and ripped off some dining hall knives just for the occassion.
 
I am ashamed to admit this.  The last bit of training, I was ready to call it a day, but he wanted to try out the ol' Cimande limb destructions.  It was obvious just how long it's been since I did any of that stuff. 
 
Owie.
 
I bought him some lunch afterward and had the usual conversation where his dull intellect and mysogyny showed.  Although, my gut still says it's innocent, youthful stupidity.

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