Did you ever hear the story of the 40 year old (not virgin I'm guessing) lady I "met" at Charlie's the first year I was on Maui? It was...interesting. We had the same birthday--I mean come on, thats fate right? It had to happen.
Anyway, got your text. I'm just smoking lots of cigarettes and doing a bunch of coke to stay svelte. No, actually I'm not drinking (meaning one or two a night as opposed to my standard 5-10) and I've been hitting the gym prob. 5 days a week. Usually run a half mile, lift, then either hand bike or run another 3/4 mile. So far so good. I try to go hard on the hand-bike and just pretend I'm stuck inside with a 6 foot set about to come down on my head. Sometimes it works but sometimes I open my eyes and see a 50 year old misshapen lady in a purple airbrushed wolf-howling-at-the-moon t-shirt (you know exactly the one I mean) with a bad red-hair dye job lackadaisically pumping a 4 pound dumbell and reading Cosmo. Hard to pretend you're at Noriegas after that right? Definitely not so tan anymore though. That sucks. aight homeboy. Whats going on out there?
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