Tai Kwan doe

i run into the woman who used

to be partners

with 
Avi, the man who ran the Tai Kwan doe

studio

that my son

was suckered into joining

twenty five years ago.

how's Avi, i ask her.

oh, not good, not good.

he's back in Israel, but he has

Parkinsons now.

he's not well.

luckily he made millions off

that tai Kwan doe racket.

and how's your son, she asks,

your wife?

i tell her my son is on the west

coast,

he became a lumberjack,

after learning

how to chop wood

with his hand.

my wife and i divorced

after she had an

affair with Carlos, the black belt

at your school.

oh my, she says.

he was quite the lothario.

yup, he was giving her personal

lessons

behind the dojo, after the kids

were gone.

he dragged one of the sweaty

mats

out behind

the dumpsters and gave her the

monkey business.

i came home one night and she

put me in a choke hold,

and kicked me

in the groin

with a vicious round house kick.

and she was only a yellow belt

at the time.

anywhoo,

nice to see you again.

tell Avi, i said hi.