
I was manager of an apartment house in Southern California, and it was on a bad side of town. One day a fellow came by with a dog on a rope, and I told him (in a polite manner) that dogs weren’t allowed in the apartments. He just looked at me and grinned, “Why don’t you tell him,” and he nodded to his canine companion.
I went to the tenant he had visited and told him that he would have to tell that fellow not to visit again, and I was met with rudeness. I started taking note of the people that were coming to see this tenant, and I realized that the guy was selling drugs. This is where the story gets interesting.
I knocked on the door and was let in, and I told the fellow that I had no tolerance for drugs, and that he would have to move. He just laughed and said, “I’m not even going to pay rent from now on, and there’s nothing that you can do about it!” So I hit him.
Now, I merely dropped my weight into the sanchin stance, and I punched him with both fists on the chest. Man, he flew over the bed and struck the wall. But it was a stunning wake up to me. I hadn’t really damaged him, and I couldn’t believe the feeling of actually hitting somebody.
The shock jarred my arms and shook my shoulders, and my strike was not effective. I had knocked the stuffings out of bags for years, but the feeling of 175 pounds of human flesh was entirely different. I realized than that I had to change my training methods. If this had been a real fight, with somebody willing to stand up to me, I’d have a knock down drag out on my hands.
Anyway, the tenant jumps up, and he’s crying, an adult and he’s crying, and he says, “You can’t hit me!” Well, I wasn’t going to strike him anymore, I had suddenly realized how incredibly dumb I was to lose it like that, but there was a ring of truth to his words. So I blustered, “Why not?”
“Because my friend is in the closet!” I was frozen for a moment, then I crossed the room and opened the door to his closet, and his naked, gay lover was standing there, trembling in fear and with a really sickly grin on his face. Well, I learned something, I was going to stick to regular training in traditional martial arts like Aikido and Tai Chi, and figure out a way to make my strikes really real, and I was going to avoid fighting.
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