Something to remember me by, when I go

Steve gave me something for me to remember him by last night – a bruise and resulting limp. Once again, I have learned the lesson of why one shouldn’t kick upwards on a roundhouse: you hit their elbow. Every time I kick that way, I hit an elbow. In this case, I hit Steve’s elbow squarely in the middle of the top of my foot. It’s going to be a perfectly round bruise. It hurts to have shoes on, it hurts to walk. One would think, after injuring myself repeatedly this way, I would figure it out, and never do it again. I specifically teach people to NOT kick that way. But there’s nothing like being a little cocky, a little tired, and not altogether paying attention, a combination of showing off and trying not to be killed. I’m going to remember him for at least a week.