Post by Luis on Jul 2, 2009 17:27:04 GMT -5
Does anyone remember the grappler named Sato? He was a gentleman, a scholar, and possessed a collar choke so tight that he could apply it on me, and the person next to me would start gasping for air.
I was led to believe that he would be gone for only a few months. It has now been more than a year. Sato has not returned, and songs and tales of his journeys echo across the mat.
Where are you, my friend? Give us a sign that you still live, lest your memory fade into the wind, like a foul smell. Here briefly, affecting those it touches, and then gone; vanished from the realm of mortal perception.
I was led to believe that he would be gone for only a few months. It has now been more than a year. Sato has not returned, and songs and tales of his journeys echo across the mat.
Where are you, my friend? Give us a sign that you still live, lest your memory fade into the wind, like a foul smell. Here briefly, affecting those it touches, and then gone; vanished from the realm of mortal perception.
