So I have deceided to start blogging in english... the reason is that I have started working on book number two. It is going to take place in Denmark, but I am going to write it in english. The reason for that is that those lousy danish misers didn't buy my last book. I even had a naked blonde and the word "sex" in the title. At least I got good reviews, but I was aiming for shitty reviews and a ton of money.
So one week ago I got the blue belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It made me so happy and proud of myself. Next month BJJ and I have our three year anniversary, and I have loved every minute of it. I remember the first time I went to a gi class. It was in a hot dark basement, and we were told to roll, and we rolled for an hour and a half! My gi was completely drenched with sweat. Then we were told to stand on a line and spank two guys with our belts. It was a promotion. What strange cult had I gotten into? I really like the symbolism of the spanking ritual. Those people I have never forced to tap, tap me with their belts, those I have, they can give me a little discomfort.
There was a time when I thought I'd never get a blue belt. Every time I rolled with one, they'd crush me, often in a kinda hard manner. But then it was like there was a few things I got good at, and it seemed like those things were connected to other things. The first two years it took a long time from learning something new and then using it in sparring, now sometimes I can use the technique I just learnt a few moments ago in sparring. Sparring is my favorite thing. Those epic rolls where the battle go back and forth, one moment you are in the gutter, the next you are a bird in the sky.
Another really good thing happend, I found a place to work on my car here in Copenhagen. I have been looking for a long time, but all the places have been far away and super expensive. This place is ten minutes away and reasonably priced. There is a lift, which is a luxury. Lavish luxurious lifts.... This summer I was lying on the floor in my mom's garage on a piece of cardboard, feeling bummed out. I am going to shared it with six other hot rodders, really oldschool Ford Model A type hot rodders. It's so cool it is hard to believe it.