First Time and Only Time I Ever Hit Somebody with a Karate Punch


How to Abuse a Karate Punch

A Karate punch can be an awesome thing. Proper Karate training and you can break slabs of ice, bundles of boards and bricks, and even kill 1000 pound bulls. You can also make mistakes, such as I will point out in this martial arts article.

I had been training for over twenty years, hitting the makiwara (punching board), practicing with friends, and even writing books on what I had discovered in the martial arts. Interestingly, in all that time I had never actually struck somebody. I knew I had a powerful punch, I had just never used it.

I was managing a hotel in Los Angeles in one of the poorer sections of town. One day I rented out a room to a pleasant fellow, and shortly discovered that I had made a deal with the devil. This fellow had a sideline of selling drugs. Now, aside from actual medical marijuana cases, because of my martial arts training I am pretty low tolerance on drugs.

One sunny afternoon I went upstairs and confronted the fellow, and told him that he had to stop selling drugs. At first he hemmed and hawed, tried to wiggle out, but I kept after him. Finally, he just laughed at me, “The police don’t care, there’s nothing you can do about it, so forget it.”

Stunned, I blurted, “I want you out of here, you’re evicted…now!” He laughed again. “It’ll take you months to evict me.”

I suddenly went calm, and that is a bad thing, for it meant that I had been pushed too far, and I had made up my mind. I sunk my weight into an hourglass stance, energy surged up my frame and pulsed out my arms, and I struck him in the chest with two hardened fists. What happened then was amazing.

Having never struck somebody I had no idea what it would feel like, or what was going to happen. First, I felt this enormous weight coming back up my arms and coursing down my body and into the ground…it was much more mass and resistance than I had imagined. Second, a perceptible second later–that’s right, there was actually time lag before the effects of my karate strike were realized–he began to launch.

He flew up and over the bed and into the wall, and he slowly struggled to his feet, rubbing his chest, his eyes wide, “You can’t do that!” That just enraged me more, and I started after him, then realized that he had told me something important, “Why not?” “Because there is somebody in the closet!

I went to the closet door and opened it, and a naked man stood there shivering in fright. That’s right, the drug dealer was gay, and he had a boyfriend, and…what the heck had I just done? In using my karate punch I had abused the martial arts, another human being, and was left with a very sick feeling.

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