I got upper-cutted once.
It was the motherfucker in the red gloves.
Whiff - - whiff - - WHOOSH.
Right jab, left hook, strong right upper-cut.
Whiff - - whiff - - WHOOSH.
We were practicing.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Slowly at first.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Then a little faster.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Shadow boxing drills. Krav Maga. No contact.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
He's going kind of close to my chin.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
Whiff whiff WHOOSH.
Whiff - whiff - WHOOSH.
I should probably ask him to be more careful.
Whiff whiff WHOOSH.
Whiff whiff WHOOSH.
Whiff whiff WHOOSH.
Whiff whiff WHOOSH.
He keeps going faster. Are we supposed to be going fast?
WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!
WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!
WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!
I wonder if I'd be a pussy if I asked him to slow down.
WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!WhiffwhiffWHOOSH!
Maybe I should, or maybe -
WhiffwhiffCRACK!
Oh jeez god dude I'm sorry! Are you okay?
I'm on my ass.
My right incisor feels rough.
Did I lose a tooth?
No, it's still there.
Later, I realized I lost part of the tooth.
Oh jeez dude! Are you...
I feel stupid. I knew that was going to happen.
Is my jaw broken?
No, but it hurts a lot.
...okay?
I think I reply. Yeah, fine, whatever.
I'm not angry at him. I mean, I kind of am.
I guess.
Am I okay?
I don't know.
My head feels like a butterfly's wings trapped in honey.
The same thought recurs.
That was going to happen.
I saw that coming.
I'm trying to flutter my wings. They feel heavy.
That was going to happen.
I saw that coming.
A fair bit later I asked, why didn't I slow him down?
Inevitable.
That was inevitable, given the speed and timing.
I didn't say stop.
Sometimes I wonder if he meant to.
I think.
I think he did.
I think he wanted to hit someone.
He wasn't stupid.
You know?
Stupid people are dangerous, because they're stupid.
He wasn't stupid. He was a killer.
I wonder who it was. I never got his info, his phone number, not even his name.
Maybe he said his name.
Jake?
I don't know.
I let myself get upper-cutted by a vicious person.
Just because I would have felt like a pussy if I asked him to slow down and not hit me during our no-contact drill.
He asked if I was okay too quickly.
He was too collected.
He wanted to do that.
Those red gloves. Hotshot gloves.
"I want to hurt someone" gloves.
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Was it inevitable?
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On 26th December 2011, I stood up to a middle manager who threatened me and refused to be accountable for his decision.
The Hong Kong Police took me off an Cathay Flight KA 482.
It screwed up the next two weeks of my life.
Jake will probably punch someone again.
Murphy Chan probably won't threaten the police just for having his authority questioned.