MBS Karate Review

    The bosses at work tried to play hero the other day with a random drug screening. There was no way around it. I failed miserably. You would've thought John Mulaney pissed in my cup. However, firing me is like kicking Air Bud off the Fernfield Wolverines. A bunch of autistic kids aren't going to win a youth soccer championship. The bosses know this too. We came to a compromise: 40 hours community service, and then I could return. I saw this place and it seemed like a good fit. People forget I was an Orange Belt back in the day. They don't just hand those out. I was zooming through the belts actually. Unfortunately one day I showed up to practice, only to be greeted by a bunch of squad cars. An officer told me to go home, as he slipped Sensei's laptop into a ziplock bag. That was the last time I ever wore my gi. That kind of stuff isn't a problem at MBS Karate because there are a number of adult instructors. A lot of karate joints are basically just a place to get rid of disobedient kids for 4 hours a week. There will be a creepy asshole named Sensei Gene or something like that and usually his only qualifications are having went on a few match.com dates with a chick from Yokohama. That's not the situation here at MBS. The first guy I laid eyes on looked like killing someone with his bare hands would be an easier task than beating a blind kid at Battleship. Somehow, every guy I saw after that looked even more qualified than the last. It was like walking into a laser tag joint and instead of 20 year seeing olds with systic acne behind the counter, the entire staff is ex Green Beret. It showed too. I've never seen elementary/middle school aged kids that could inflict such harm on the human body. Like I said, Karate is usually something you do because your parents need the supervision while they are at marriage counseling on the other end of the strip mall. MBS couldn't be further than that. This is a breeding ground for badass youth. It's strictly self defense, but you can tell the attitude is that they almost want you to try to fuck with them. While I was washing mats, I overheard a 6th grader tell a story of him intentionally leaving his IPhone out unattended near a poor kid so he'd steal it, and he could have an excuse to send him home to his single mom without any cartilage in his knee. They all laughed at the fact that the medical bills would likely financially cripple the family. While it might seem like it goes too far, I love it. I learned a lot in the week I spent here. Most importantly: Don't fuck with MBS Karate

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