Martial Arts was more than simply a hobby for him or even a fighting technique. It was how he defined himself and how he communicated with the world. ...t was a fact that had kept him from opening a dojo of his own, he refused to pass his soul down to a man who would treat it as a hobby. He had spent much of his life waiting to find the right person to pass his legacy onto. Marcus Smith was his name but most people called him Star because of the odd shaped birthmark on his cheek in the rough. Rene came from a large family. Lower income, red neck, blue collar. She had three or four younger sisters at home and at least one older brother and two sisters that had already left home. Her mother was a mousey little thing who always seemed to be over worked and under appreciated. When I met Rene, her mother was several months pregnant with the latest of a long line of offspring.Rene's dad worked at one of the many gas stations in town. In those days that would have been equivelant to. Jo had no idea what had happened to her original birth certificate: she had never seen it, so a replacement was ordered.In order to expedite the process, John said that they could fly to Scotland to take all their documents to the registrar in Elgin, which was the nearest office to his parents home. They decided that February 26th was the optimum date to go: the day after Jo's last class of the week. They could fly home on the Sunday."What are you going to wear, Love?" John asked her, "We'll. I relayed the order. The conversation flowed and the music blended nicely as we chilled and watched the happenings in the club. I received a text from a friend that had just arrived and I wanted to go speak to her. When I stood up, Benny shouted, “Fuck Coco, what the hell are you wearing?” Now I knew I was taking a risk wearing that outfit to the club but I do like taking risks. I broke it down for him. “Benny, I know you’ve heard of Daisy Dukes right? Well, these are extreme Daisies!!” My.