A Druid could totally take a Ninja… plus, I summoned Merlyn.
On the most fertile day of the millennia… someone’s getting F*d. IMage via PXfuel.com I practiced with a samurai sword for five years straight and never cut myself once. During the course of six months, I have cut myself with my sickle twice. It hangs from my belt when I go into the woods to worship. Suspended by a braided faux suede cord. If you leave enough length, it will get enough arc in its swing to come back and pierce your thigh, so I shorten it, always too late. I guess this is a prime example of why a father is always worried about safety first. When my seventeen-year-old daughter was obviously planning to sneak away for a teenage Halloween party, I wrestled with forbidding her to go or just handing her a handful of condoms. Between her mother and I, we probably managed little more than persuading her to move out on the day of her eighteenth birthday! Meanwhile, I was planning my own Halloween expedition, to sow seeds of a different kind, of thought, word, and deed. This ...