dmitting I am quiet choosy when it comes to accepting sensei is a hard thing to do. It’s not well received. I am spoiled, experienced, and been around enough. Sensei are those guys that run and hang around everywhere and do as if they are knowledgeable.
And they are a student of a student of a student of a famous master. And they crave your applause. Undivided. All the time. Like mofo hairdressers bitching on the judge panel of a casting show.
NO THANK YOU!
I’d rather run to Hindustan. Or chose this guy here.
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