Eddie signed up for a Tae Kwon Do course on Sukhumvit Road two days ago. And he’s already popped a knee while demonstrating a round-house kick, half-pissed, at Boon Doc’s yesterday afternoon. Right now he’s going around on a cane, his leg all taped up. He also has a plaster on his cheek from where he hit the edge of the bar as he went down. His eye was already black, but I believe it’s even blacker, now. Added to the scars and bruises of his violent encounter with Dexy the other night, all this gives Eddie a certain dash. When I dropped around the Cheri-Tone Guesthouse today to check on the martial artist, I found his wife Lek and his sister-in-law Meow in rare good spirits, what with this visible evidence Eddie is apbun, a klutz, just like they’re always trying to tell him. For my part, I am impressed by Tae Kwon Do as a true killer art Stepping back out of range of his cane, I tell Eddie it’s truly terrifying to see how a rank beginner like himself can beat somebody up, even if it is only himself, doing quite serious injury without even trying very hard.
