Game darling,
Been too long since my last letter. I actually wrote this one ages ago and straight forgot to send it. Accept my apologies. Where have I been? You know: hustlin.
I'm on that money grind, backyard grind, spine care grind. Every morning homie, it's the microwave heat pack and the yoga strap and I'm lying on tennis balls and hanging upside down and shit. But hey. I get to be out in this world, going places & doing things, so I am nothing but happy to spend an hour every day mollifying the left psoas and putting space between those lumbar discs. And since I know you'll ask, fuck yeah I'm working them muscles too. I dare any of those health care bishes implying I might need to "strengthen my core" to take a punch at these abs and break a damn hand.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Saturday, July 6, 2013
La Crise Plogxistentielle (Deuxième Partie)
Over the past couple years I have many times feared my plog would die. It has not died. It has, however, limped along pitifully and huddled in the corner with drooping wings. And you know...
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