For the record, it’s been a long while since I last saw the “ogre stick.” I’m not even certain it still exists. It certainly didn’t have any nails in in the last time I saw it.
My first encounter with it was when I was very young and fashioned myself a burgeoning samurai and writer… I thought we were having an honorable duel. Forrest thought we were having a street brawl. Lessons were learned. Like to discuss the rules of engagement before arming ourselves in his parents’ backyard.
Still, there are few better ways to get acquainted with someone than inspecting one of their airborne sandals face-first.
Ja.