From day to day, we walk out our doors, completely oblivious to what awaits ...
Before meandering over to the grisly Grizzyl Bears house to watch the Saints whoop that Indianapolis ass, I decide on some festive football delicacies; a Chipotle steak burrito bowl, with all the fixin's.
I'm standing back by the door, where the line, unfortunately, began. Just mmyob, and kind of perusing the gallery of bloated flesh forms and feeling my appetite wane from the odious stench of them all.
(Check out this facial recognition)
I briefly pass my gaze past a fellow wearing a tobaggon, tall, general good build, with an odd symbol on the flip hem. Didn't really phase me, just a passing curiosity. I start reminiscing about my days on the tomei platform, for what I thought was no particular reason ~ and then I look at the fellow again ~ for no particular reason. **Something** is familiar about him ...
My brain explodes; Sensei. Had to go get a closer look. So I step as much beside the line as possible, and instantly hear a few snorting retorts, as the greasy bovines in waiting figure I'm trying to jump ahead of them, impeding their inordinate lateral growth abilities by getting to the food stuffs first. I ignore them, cast a few crunched brow shots at those that seem to be getting excited.
Usually, I'm wary of approaching anyone in public; but the brain would not be denied its need of certainty. So in a completely odd behavior not borne of my normal psyche, I walk right up to him, and then pass to his side and stare him right in the face.
Holy shit. It
IS him. Last I knew of him, he went east to be uchi deschi for Okibayashi; live in student. Here he is, standing in a Chipotle, at the exact same time as myself.
We start to talk, lots of smiles and handshakes, but the female with him begins to protest. Honestly, I hadn't even noticed her at all, didn't care; this was my first Aiki Sensei. He's back in the area, and is "collecting" students, because he has moved on to Yamamoto shi, one of the last true Samurai clans, (lineage wise), who hold most of the highest licenses from antiquity.
We exchanged numbers, and he was actually pleasantly surprised to see me. He wants to set up a time to go out for a meal and talk about what's coming up from his involvement with the Yamamoto's.
Score.
Ima get my Aiki badassness on again.
Can I get an "HOOORAH!!!!"?
