"I don't even slightly understood you," my

"I don't even slightly understood you," my sensai, Kai, mocked, as I collapsed to the training mat for the third time tonight. "Why do karate when your passion is ballet?"

was a kind man. Sensai Kai would shout during our practice in his Furry Kitten Dojo. As we trained he shouted, "We don't tolerate coldness in this dojo! There is no anger in this

Dojo! Respect the cuddly ki of your opponent. Remember ki is for kitten!" We threw our opponents to the mats and then apologized like Sensai Kai taught us:

All I could think about in that moment, was the one time I met Mr. Miagi and he was using his power for good and not evil.

It was inspiring. Mr Miagi always taught me how important it was to use your powers for good, but it had always been hard to use it for good, everyone I know uses it for evil

Beethoven's Ninth Symphony played on the radio while Mr. Miagi took out his glass chess set. We played until midnight, leaving the rest of the chess game for the next afternoon.

THE CHESS GAME: A fold after Eliot- Her downy fingers the rook she holds grasp, of design her move, was maybe as expected, foreseen and guarded against. Your moves have yielded you

but it's too late. You've now turned into Kurt Vonnegut and are roaming around a desolate planet wearing only a raincoat and some kinda plastic junk on your feet. Bunny Hoover has

been told to follow you. FOREVER.