If you don't like me, you don't have to be around me

I used yesterday as a catch-up blog.  Nothing eventful happened yesterday except that Guro and I kicked each other's ass, unloading pent up frustration on the other.  Consequently, I had to pass up on Capoeira.  Lately, training with Guro has been on Thursdays, so training yesterday meant that today was my day-off.

I went to the AMC and paid to see Angels and Demons at 1:40PM.  Afterward, I snuck into Dance Flick at 3:30, Star Trek 4:45, and The Hanogover at 7:10.  4 movies for the price of 1! The Hangover was déjà vu of our Vegas trip.  And I can't believe that the Wayans Brothers even parodied Twilight in their Dance Flick.

Most importantly, Max Simon Peter Huber died today 8 years ago. 

Pause.  Who's Max Simon Peter Huber?  He was my classmate in Shaolin Tae Kwon Do.  He taught me to Break-Dance (a.k.a. break, a.k.a. Bboy).  The first time I saw Max was at the Pioneer Farewell Dance at the end of my freshmen year at Providence High School, a month before I would even sign up at our Martial Arts school.  He was noticeable because of his huge fro despite the fact that he was Caucasian.  He was a guest from Hoover high school and out-battling Thomas Dang (the guy I wanted to be throughout high school) and Michael Iguidez.  (BTW, I saw Tommy for the first time in maybe years at the 24 Hour Gym last Monday or Tuesday night.)  Max agreed to teach me to Break-Dance as long as I promised to practice everyday.  My biggest regret is not keeping that promise.

Before I went to the AMC, I made sure to stop by Forest Lawn - ironically the same place where my high school's graduations are held - to visit Max.  I remember at his eulogy, one of his friends said, "Max always used to say, 'If you don't like me, you don't have to be around me.'"