At my karate club people call me Sensei, and my friends just call me Richard.


Going under the knife でき物をとりました

It started with a small bump above my forehead, a spot left over from when I had chicken pox at 7 years old. Yet, recently it got bigger.

So I had it taken out. Only four stitches. It's been a long time since I had my face stitched up from karate, so the pulling of the skin during the sewing was a feeling I had forgotten about.

And that's the thingy. It looked like a peanut. It's off to a lab for tests, but it's probably just a blob of no importance.

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