I'm a red belt.

I was driving to school from work today and something funny happened. The left arrow turned green and I saw a guy in a pickup truck go ahead and run the red as slow as he could. The thing was, the whole time, he just looked at me with the most disgusted face in the world as if he was doing it to smite me. And at the same time, I stared back at him behind my glasses with the most blank stare. But I crept my car about a foot away from his to let him know that it was my turn to go. Finally, I had room to pass and I noticed out of my peripherals that he was still looking at me with that same dirty look. I have no idea what it was, but the whole time, I just kept the same blank stare on my face, it really didn't bother me at all. Until about 5 minutes later.

I stopped the car, about 100 feet from his dinky pick up truck, walked over to him, he had stepped out as well, still with the same bastard look. He put up his fists and I totally jumped and laid one punch square in his face. The best knockout punch I could have imagined. It's almost a shame, but the whole punch thing was imagined. It was so vivid though.

I really don't know what it is, if it's human or if I'm just crazy, but I really wanted to get in a fight. I just punched Brad Pitt in the ear.

I met a guy at the gym today. His name's Joe. He's a vietnamese truck driver and weighs 250 pounds (he told me). He likes my butterfly. And he wants me to give him pointers and eventually go surfing with him because he says I "swim real nice."

Be done with it. Life feels so much less complicated when you just do it. Wow, nice, original, Nike. But really, just do it. Make that phone call. Set time to finish that video you were told to do a year ago. Now I just have to earn one more belt to reach black belt and advance two more ranks for Eagle Scout.

I'm glad I took the time today.