In 64 I was doing a lot of Kenpo Karate and powerlifting in the Southern California region. A buddy from the dojo got invited to a tournament in Chicago, and I agreed to go for the ride to the Windy City. Who knows maybe I could wind up screwing some young broad. So we get there and the man who would come to be known as Count Dante was promoting this thing. I met Dante and he was a strange dude. He was supposedly a master of Dim Mak, the death touch. I was goaded into competing and had to borrow someone's gi. Anyway, I kicked the livingshit out of one of Dante's student and wound up taking first place. Dante was pissed, and challenged me to a sparring match at his dojo the next day. That night I screwed two broads at once and barely slept. The next day my buddy and I went over to Dante's school. Dante is there with his students. I start sparring with the guy and I'm really leaning on him. I'm punching him and kicking him just beating the snot out of him. His students attack me and my buddy, so now we're fighting 8 guys. Our hands were full but we knocked them all out and got the hell out of Chicago.
