I was exiled by Sensei from the dojo I trained at for breaking their no-frat policy with another student instructor.
I was pissed off and, well... hurt... but I knew I fucked up. Training and teaching at the dojo was one of the best experiences of my life. But I moved on.
And I never got to apologize for being... myself... cause now Sensei is dead. Unless you consider "summoning his spirit" in the desert while hallucinating an apology.
I was pissed off and, well... hurt... but I knew I fucked up. Training and teaching at the dojo was one of the best experiences of my life. But I moved on.
And I never got to apologize for being... myself... cause now Sensei is dead. Unless you consider "summoning his spirit" in the desert while hallucinating an apology.