People thought she was a scary motherfucker and she supposed that they could be right – she was after all a pisshead that was obsessed with martial arts. When you went into her living space all that you were likely to see was a mixture of beer and picture from kung-fu movies. You would look at her, listen to the reasoning behind what she was supposedly doing and you would have to ask yourself, is this woman mad?
No, she wasn’t mad. All you had to do was see her move; was see her practice her art, and you knew that she was perfectly sane and that what she was doing was taking a ridiculously high degree of focus. She was in perfect health, a true athlete. A drunk martial artist.
If she were feeling slightly pent up in her place and in need of letting off some steam she would find a rough neighbourhood and she would go and pick fights at the local bar – sure, she lost sometimes through weight of numbers, but she held her ground better than a lot of people twice her size would have managed.
After the Drunken Master films she supposed her favourite was David Carradine as Kane – set to wander the earth fixing wrongs with his hard earned skills. That was what she wanted to do eventually.
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