Ask My Neighbor about being a Ninja.

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So I went walking up behind my house in the Italian Alps yesterday. I've recently moved into a new house in this little tiny village. It is so tiny there is no church. This is saying something for Italy.

Anyway, I walk up behind my house. There is a big old mountain right there. About a third of a way up the mountain I spot a house on its own. I never noticed it before. There was a big grassy area out the front that extended around the side. I walked around it, expecting at any time to be attacked by a rapid dog. Imagine my surprise when I came around the side of the house and found a real ninja.

He was dressed all in black, had on the cool hood and stuff, and was beating the crap out of a bucket of sand with his fingers. Without turning his head he said;

"You're the foreigner that moved into my dead sisters house."

Oh great. He turned to face me and I realised that he was quite old. He invited me to sit, and then offered me some tea. It was pretty horrible tea. It turns out that he is retired now but still cannot show his ninja face otherwise he will have to kill a great many people. I mentioned that I had a bunch of people that I knew, kind of, on an internet message board, but a lot of them are tools, but some are kind of cool, and I chat with them about stuff.

He looked at me as if I was a brain fart.

I then said that it would be cool if he could answer some questions aboout being a real life ninja. He seemed pleased with this idea. The only thing is that I have to relay the messages up and back to him, so I won't be able to answer immediately.

If you don't believe me that there is a real life ninja living behind my house, which incedently was the house of his dead sister, (I didn't ask how she died, I was too scared), then that's fine. For those of you who have any questions for the ninja, fire away, just be patient.

By the way, his name is Eddie.