Excuse my american

Couldn't take the picture in the morning because of the bears game.  We won.  Oh well, I look pretty scrawny in the morning too, so I guess it doesn't matter.  I feel like I'll have a six pack by the end of this.  Who knows. . .

For my next comment your going to have to excuse my americana but I love to swear (fuck is my favorite word because it's so versatile, and me ma actually agrees with me so. . . )  This project makes so much god damn sense.  I saw the week workouts and I could see that now, "PCP has finally started" thing.  Focusing on each muscle group until you've got to fail, I can see how it's going to get harder, and I'm with it.  I'm in, let's do this shit.  I feel so good I'm going to start breakdancing again, and win the battle.  And I'm serious, I'm going to call my friend who works with kids to bring them off the street and focus on hip hop (I've never looked hip hop but I've been since age six and know all the original old school chicago cats, I can do all the elements and it's really weird being that I'm a punk).  I'm going to start battling kids, and I'm about to turn thirty one.  Fuck it right?

And you. . . you. . . Patrick.  Your like that ten year old you play in chess.  You think to yourself, "I've got this in the bag" and then all of a sudden he says, "checkmate".  And your like, "what the fuck, what just happened?"  So you play harder and don't hold back even though it's a ten year old.  And then out of the blue he says, "checkmate" again.  And you look at him with surprise as he gives you this cocky smirk.  He deserves the cocky smirk, and you get tougher.  But time and time again he says checkmate and gives you that smirk.  And you gotta take the smirk and like it, because this god damn kid is beating you at your own fucking game.  You can't smack him, he's a ten year old kid, and guess what he's winning.  Do you give up?  Of course you don't, because your a stubborn old man and your not going let this punk kid win.  But he does. . . and the game continues. . . where the fuck is bobby fisher?  Japan.  He's in japan right now, and he's winning.

Does this blah blah blog make sense?  I don't give a shit.  I feel like I'm on some crazy natural high right now, and I think I'm going to run around outside and give people high fives.  Fuck yeah, bears down.