I went to visit Mr. Kaufman's school yesterday. Mr. Kaufman bought the school from Mr. Carson, and it used to be my school. I hadn't been there in a year.

After class I sparred BJ Williams. He's about three times better than he was when I left Mr. Kaufman's school. He is a badass. Always was, but now he can EXECUTE. Very scary. He told me about Mr. Guthrie coming to the school and laying him out with a stiff sidekick. BJ is not young, and Mr. Guthrie neither.

I have to call BJ "Mr. Williams" now because I offered him next to no resistance as he pounded me up and down the mat. I was running backwards the whole time, and when I wasn't, I was being thrown to the mat. There's a little piece of my elbow (inside) that is broken, but is minor, and I expect it to heal stronger.

Finally Mr. Williams put an end to the foolishness with a right cross to my solar plexus. I was done sparring for the night.

He worked with me on takedowns, takedown counters, and forms. Then he told me this story, since I hadn't seen him in a year.

BJ works as the manager of some apartments, and the ladies had been complaining of a peeping tom. One of them called him and whispered: "He's right at my back door." BJ told his wife to call 911, got his .45 and slid out quietly. He moved alongside the building. When he got to the corner, he had his back to the wall, slipped the .45 around the corner and stretched his neck around to see.

At that exact moment he felt cold steel pressed to his temple.

It was a woman police officer responding to the call. (That was quick.) "Drop your weapon!" she hollered. BJ slowly put his weapon down, explaining that he was the building manager. She made him lie down on the ground, and when his wife ran out yelling, "That's my husband!" the officer pointed her pistol at her and told her to keep her distance, then drew a bead on BJ again. It took them 45 minutes of explaining to clear things up. The officer chided him.

"Never go outside with a weapon," she told him. "I didn't know when you were going to get here," BJ protested mildly.

I laughed and told BJ it was the best story I'd heard all month.