in which there is another martial arts-y client story.

i got a call from someone in the hotel this morning who wanted an hour and a half deep tissue.

he was very polite, extremely personable, and his energy was good. it came out, over the course of our conversation, that he had trained in a cross-disciplinary dojo for many years. he admitted that he loved to fight, saying 'where else can you go and people want you to hit them?'

but moreover that, while he was serving in the Army Rangers, he had broken his femur jumping out of a plane, been abducted by communists, tucked into an insane asylum under a fake name, tortured, and starved.

not exactly the kind of story you expect to hear while you're digging your elbow two inches into the hamstring of the person telling it.