Dandruff

I like and get along with a lot of people and I enjoy their stories. Especially the FLAKES! Endlessly entertaining, I will always hear the martial arts autobiography from someone who has trained himself in some unknown form of martial arts for years. What really happened is that he didn’t make it past his yellow belt test down the street at the corner Belt Factory and then decided he knew enough to start his own style with the help of some books and movies. Voila! Instant Master!

Flaky masters know everything and are so proud they are on the top of their own mountain. Perfect example of how martial arts training builds self-esteem.

Why do they always feel they need to legitimize their “training” (I use that term very loosely) by cozying up to me?