What the hell am I doing?



I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was a cold January day in 2006. I was waiting on my front step for my friend to pick me up and take me to the airport. I had a giant backpack, a wad of cash, and my passport. I was going to Malaysia to spend a bunch of money to take an intensive kungfu course with a Shaolin Grandmaster who I had never met... Read more