He stood crouched, ready. His armor was sparring gear, from head to toe. As well as his knowingly false bravado beneath it all. He yelled “I am the night creature”! His opponent stood ten feet away. Shirtless, shoeless and in a pair of shorts. He was already a black belt. “I’ll just use my left leg, and I’ll still beat...

He said to me “remind me to remember that” and chuckled to himself. Then he took the lit cigarette out of his mouth with his right hand. With his left, he put an unlit cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter. He placed the lighter on the floor next to him. Next, he took the second lit cigarette out of his mouth...