As a little lad, kung fu movies were my life. Eating pizza and watching VHS tapes on a 9 inch television with my brother and sister was a normal friday night for me. Which usually ended with some light shakespearean reenactments of the fights we just saw, and me holding my head back to stop my nose from bleeding.
Bruce Lee's, Way of the Dragon, was a movie I watched over and over again. Soaking up that one scene, where Bruce is beating a groups of thugs in a back ally in Pairs, with a set of nunchucks. That one scene was very vital to my childhood and lead to the creation of the Tubesock-Nunchuck (patent is still pending).
Bruce Lee's, Way of the Dragon, was a movie I watched over and over again. Soaking up that one scene, where Bruce is beating a groups of thugs in a back ally in Pairs, with a set of nunchucks. That one scene was very vital to my childhood and lead to the creation of the Tubesock-Nunchuck (patent is still pending).
It seemed much better when I was younger though...
