Redbelt

[Drunk Monk]

all i want to do is ! ! ! ! and $ and take your money

strangely, dm had an interview with a visiting master (transcribing the tape now...well, no...posting this now and taking a break from transcribing - dm hates transcribing) and there's a kung fu school right next door of a mutual friend master, so suddenly dm finds himself in the yeti-hood so he dropped by on the yeti-shop for a drive-by to scam some free whisky and wtf - wtFf?! - yeti is in his underwear, reeking of coffee and whisky, muttering to himself incoherently about finding some stray foil spring and rummaging around corners of the trashed yeti-shop, piled high with empty starbucks cups, 3-inch bones, rumpled porn and boxes marked Tokyo Oh My - all of the glynch's fine set work was a shambles (wasn't built to last anyway - only a balsawood fascade) covered with wedge-point sharpie writings, mostly expletives about the economy, some massive conspiracy and drawings of an alien-like cockroach, with the yeti babbling on and on, something about fission, and when the doorbell rings, dm stands in shock (mind you, dm is hard to shock) and yeti looks up for a moment, covered in his own waste and says 'ready for my r-n-c!'

dm turned tale and ran. it wasn't worth the whisky.

p.s. the free parking that more that 2 hours long is just up millbrae ave, like two blocks past broadway.