I remember a couple of years back. I was sitting on dilapidated but otherwise fine yard chair at the Placer House. It was very green. Sitting in that chair, looking at the stars as the Dream Land stage music booms in the background. I begin to remember back to an even earlier time, to a fighting game tournament in LA. Back when Level-Up was still holding their events at the Proudbird. A “rustic” restaurant and dinning hall, a couple of miles away from LAX. It was the morning and I was sitting outside the hotel, smoking with friends or waiting for the car or something. I don’t remember, but there was a Filipino Champ, still somewhat of an unknown at the time, waiting for his ride.
I chat with him a bit and eventually ask
“So how do you think you will do in the tournament? ”
He looked at me and smiled
“I’m gonna win it all.”
At that moment, perhaps because it was early in the morning, or maybe because I was out of shape and out of breath from standing up so fast 5 minutes ago, but in that moment. I saw a gleam in his eye, and most importantly, that smile, wasn’t conveying assurance at victory.
It looked like the smile of hunger about to fill the void.
And wouldn’t you know it. He placed first in that tournament.
So, if you remember back to the Placer Home where I was sitting on a outside chair, having remembered that moment then said
“huh”
and so I cobbled this poem together in 20 min, put it on my phone and forgot about it.
UNTIL NOW
Anyway, here you go, to champ, who is now a chump.
Hunger
Filipino Champ
You’re Dhalsim is like water
Freeflowing, the rubber master
Stop
He’s like volcanic rain!
Drops fist and kicks like change
You cannot enter.
You will not pass.
You will get creamed
By Filipino Champ’s Dhalsim.
Whrandom Writings 