I will soon be making another foray into the fighting arts- a return to Okinawan Karate may be imminent. I was going to go into boxing... but this face is just too damn pretty too fuck up like that.
It may be just because I have a mind for history, but even the word "Okinawa" seems supremely tough because of the 1944 battle there. You could say "Okinawan bunny", and immediately my mind conjurs up a rabid rabbit with fifteen fangs the size of ice picks that will rip your throat out and fly his cage into your aircraft carrier.
Maybe it's just me.
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When I think Okinawa I think of whisper alley and $20 handjobs in the red light district.
Oh, and the banana show. Okinawa and banana show are nearly synonimous.
Last time I was there, though, I toured some of the bunkers that the natives had built for the impending attack.
Humbling, for sure.
B.
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