Come one come all to the best little wrestling/mixed martial arts school in town. Classes are filling up and we know you want to lose that ten pounds you packed on at Thanksgiving. Group classes on Tuesday and Thursday at 730pm and Saturday at 10am. These classes are suitable for teens, women, men…whoever. All you have to do is come in and have a good time.

Warming up with Mike

Focus Mits.

The older guy pictured above was a neighborhood classic. He was smoking and trying to coach us from outside. He even tried to show us an escape from the mount which did not work at all. I should have made him sign a waiver. His eyes showed real panic until I demonstrated the proper technique to get out from underneath someone. All those years of kung fu…

Call 310-800-3999 to book a free class or just drop by. Make sure you’re freshly showered, trim your nails, wear gym shorts and a tee, and prepare to have a great time and a great workout.

Many thanks to sponsors Ludwig, Howard Combat Kimonos and Inspirit.

Hiroshi Fujiwara (Nigo’s old boss) is involved with a company called Fragment Design. They designed this sleek, limited edition, matt black Rolex Watch, from the Bamford Watch Department, to commemorate the 10th Anniversary of SOPH. Check this out. I don’t usually jock watches, but I have a small collection, and I am going to add this to it. Hey, IF YOU ARE HIP, you can pick up the LUDWIG “Hoover” watch for a fraction of the price…interestingly enough, it is very similarly packaged? Cop yours now!

I know we have seen many of these Dos Equis commercials, but this deserves an encore. Freaking unbelievable.

Rock and Roll in the 70’s was the best by a long margin. I don’t know why guys like this don’t exist anymore. With only a few exceptions, the “rock” music that is put out these days is so fucking terrible it makes my throw up in my mouth. These soft guys with no personality and no song writing skills putting out such terrible shit. But they do have a stylist and a hairdresser that travels with them…..weeeee. I hate them so much.
Look at Bon Scott. This is a real rock front man.

This is a song about his having sex with a 300 pound woman in Tasmania. He said he was scared to say no to her.

Also, I am recommending to Mike that Ludwig comes out with a sleeveless denim jacket like this next year as a tribute.

I wish I would have known.

I have a confession to make. I love The Supremes.

how to be a good writer
by Charles Bukowski

you’ve got to fuck a great many women
beautiful women
and write a few decent love poems.

and don’t worry about age
and/or freshly-arrived talents.

just drink more beer
more and more beer

and attend the racetrack at least once a

week

and win
if possible

learning to win is hard -
any slob can be a good loser.

and don’t forget your Brahms
and your Bach and your
beer.

don’t overexercise.

sleep until noon.

avoid paying credit cards
or paying for anything on
time.

remember that there isn’t a piece of ass
in this world over $50
(in 1977).

and if you have the ability to love
love yourself first
but always be aware of the possibility of
total defeat
whether the reason for that defeat
seems right or wrong -

an early taste of death is not necessarily
a bad thing.

stay out of churches and bars and museums,
and like the spider be
patient -
time is everybody’s cross,
plus
exile
defeat
treachery

all that dross.

stay with the beer.

beer is continuous blood.

a continuous lover.

get a large typewriter
and as the footsteps go up and down
outside your window

hit that thing
hit it hard

make it a heavyweight fight

make it the bull when he first charges in

and remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you think they didn’t go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you’re doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you’re not ready.

drink more beer.
there’s time.
and if there’s not
that’s all right
too.