Let me tell you a story, /a/. This is a story about my past, when I was younger, and before I became an anon.
I had been taking Judo lessons for over a year, my parents told me I wouldn't have to play any sports if I took a martial art you know. See I was already showing signs of anonymous way back then...
The dojo was down the street from a few bars, it was on the base of the main drag. One day as my dad picked me up from training, I saw one of the instructors down the street. Some guy, who I can only presume was drunk by the way he looked and was yelling, was acting aggressively towards him. I was thinking, "oh shit, I might get to see some motherfucking judo in action here! This guy is gonna get his ass thrown to the pavement and his arm broken!" I mean, not only is this guy a judo blackbelt, but he's pretty well toned and clearly has a lot of strength and stamina from the exercises he does for the adult class that's right after mine, that I sat through a few times when dad couldn't pick me up until later.
Anyway, the instructor was kinda standing there all cool looking and waiting for the guy to finish, and something happened where I guess the guy lost his cool and charged at him. He took a stance and raised his hands and...
"THIS IS IT!"
... and you know what happened?
The drunk bastard just fucking tackled him, and he want DOWN.
I motherfucking quit judo that day and started drinking a year later.