This little guy named Earl

Woke up early at 9:00AM to confirm with Guro if our Filipino Martial Arts (FMA) training was still on for 11:00AM. No answer. Texted him again at 10:00AM. No answer. 11:00AM: Went back to sleep. 11:30AM: Brian at the GNC called me.

BRIAN: Do you know if Fighting starring Channing Tatum is a good movie?
RYAN: Don't know. Didn't get to see it. It got pulled out of theaters before I could watch it.

Checked Facebook. Sadly, Shannon Hayes lost her battle to cancer last night. I only talked to her once in high school. But a lot of my friends were her friends. Cancer must suck.

Hung out with Brian at the GNC. This little guy named Earl came in asking for creatine. He had been studying FMA for 5 years now.

EARL: I got suckered into it. I came just to watch. But they told me to pick up the stick and try it out. Next thing I know, I'm twirling the stick. Next thing I know, I'm paying him. Fuck ...

He knew a lot of Filipino history in terms of it's martial arts: the biggest families in FMA, martial politics, what really happened in some battlefields, duels interrupted by SWAT team, the last duel in 1983.

He invited me to come spar with his group sometime on Los Feliz and Riverside.

EARL: Sundays, 9:00. But some people are there by 8:30.
RYAN: AM or PM.
EARL: Morning.
RYAN: Oh shit!
EARL: (laughs) Don't wake up that early, huh?

He also thought I was big, like, monster-status. He should see Iam. He'd probably shit in his pants. Iam keeps getting asked if he's on steroids.

My mom's accountant came over.

ACCOUNTANT: How old are you?
RYAN: Young enough.