Saturday, March 4, 2006 was a sad sad day for yours truly. You see, I recently turned 24 and even though that age is a year shy from the age when people start undergoing this thing called "mid-life crisis;" I am beginning to feel the physical tolls of my years and years of bingeing and overall carnality. I started smoking at a tender age of fourteen add that to my recent addiction to alcohol, sex and feces and you have all the ingredients to the handsome, albeit, obese and physically unfit man that I am.
I’m in such a sad physical state that I can’t even walk 150 meters without panting like a motherfucker and I also think that I recently developed this back problem because of my bad posture. How sad is that? I mean developing a back problem just by sitting down hunched over a computer all day?
Sustaining a back injury sitting down is not very awesome, so I lied about it to my friends and coworkers and told them that it was from my recent trip to the Himalayas where I killed a big ass unicorn named "Mr. Brown" with my bare hands. Needless to say, nobody believed me and I don’t know where the hell I got the name "Mr. Brown" but it was a good lie nonetheless and I’m very proud of myself.