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I recently spent a little but quality time with an old buddy who was a long time ago nicknamed Wo Fat. He's neither an Asian or Hawaiian but that's not why he was called Wo Fat, but because he loved to eat, and he knew every chef by name in every place we went to over the years. The last time we met, he weighed like over three large or halfway to four.
Now, it's surprising to get off a plane seeing a guy about half the size he used to be, I could hardly recognize him. In fact I didn't see him at all, because my eyes were searching for a very large man. Then I walked right by and heard the familiar voice.
"Yo Big, you lose your way?"
I looked back, and it took me a few moment to recognize the voice to the man standing in front of me. He really had turned himself into No Fat, no longer a Wo Fat. He looked good, strong, lean, and he looked much much younger than his real age. He looked not like a shade under sixty, but he looked like he was only thirty.
I said, Fatz, what the hell happened to you?
"Hop in," he said, "I will tell you on our way."
I got in and threw my stuff in the back seat, and off we went. We stopped by an old watering hole, and bought a few expensive malt drinks. Then Wo Fat started telling me his story.
Not too long ago, he was running a security company that provided protection for high level executives, celebrities, rock stars, entrepreneurs and those individuals who need it. One night, a crook tried to kidnap one of his clients. There was gunfire, and Wo Fat took a bullet in his guts. He was rushed to a hospital, where a good and careful emergency room team saved his life. The next day, after he had his lunch, a young doctor went inside his room, closed the door and sat down, and discussed with him his condition.
The doctor said, "Mr. Fatz, to what happened yesterday, it's your fat that saved you. But it will also kill you very soon if you continue with your lifestyle."
The young physician showed Mr. Fatz (not his real name) pictures of his heart. "Your heart is in awful shape, you should do something about this. If you want to live longer, you must change your bad habits, take immediate steps to reverse the course you are on, if not, you will not last this year."
So Fatz made some changes. He changed what he ate, and he followed a workout plan he designed himself. In two years he lost over one hundred and forty pounds.
Like I said before, he looked like he's just thirty.
We hit his office later in the day, and it made me feel good to see how much of my product was there. From the old reliables to the latest stuff, he had it all. He was particularly fond of The Runt.
"Big," he said "Everybody adores this, it's like an invisible weapon. My men have it with them wherever they go, always ready and prepared, and 90% of the time, just by pushing the button and let that yakety-yak rip then in pronto the people get out of the way, we have actually never ever broached anybody."
Tomorrow we're going to attempt something we haven't done in almost four decades together. Surf!
Now, it's surprising to get off a plane seeing a guy about half the size he used to be, I could hardly recognize him. In fact I didn't see him at all, because my eyes were searching for a very large man. Then I walked right by and heard the familiar voice.
"Yo Big, you lose your way?"
I looked back, and it took me a few moment to recognize the voice to the man standing in front of me. He really had turned himself into No Fat, no longer a Wo Fat. He looked good, strong, lean, and he looked much much younger than his real age. He looked not like a shade under sixty, but he looked like he was only thirty.
I said, Fatz, what the hell happened to you?
"Hop in," he said, "I will tell you on our way."
I got in and threw my stuff in the back seat, and off we went. We stopped by an old watering hole, and bought a few expensive malt drinks. Then Wo Fat started telling me his story.
Not too long ago, he was running a security company that provided protection for high level executives, celebrities, rock stars, entrepreneurs and those individuals who need it. One night, a crook tried to kidnap one of his clients. There was gunfire, and Wo Fat took a bullet in his guts. He was rushed to a hospital, where a good and careful emergency room team saved his life. The next day, after he had his lunch, a young doctor went inside his room, closed the door and sat down, and discussed with him his condition.
The doctor said, "Mr. Fatz, to what happened yesterday, it's your fat that saved you. But it will also kill you very soon if you continue with your lifestyle."
The young physician showed Mr. Fatz (not his real name) pictures of his heart. "Your heart is in awful shape, you should do something about this. If you want to live longer, you must change your bad habits, take immediate steps to reverse the course you are on, if not, you will not last this year."
So Fatz made some changes. He changed what he ate, and he followed a workout plan he designed himself. In two years he lost over one hundred and forty pounds.
Like I said before, he looked like he's just thirty.
We hit his office later in the day, and it made me feel good to see how much of my product was there. From the old reliables to the latest stuff, he had it all. He was particularly fond of The Runt.
"Big," he said "Everybody adores this, it's like an invisible weapon. My men have it with them wherever they go, always ready and prepared, and 90% of the time, just by pushing the button and let that yakety-yak rip then in pronto the people get out of the way, we have actually never ever broached anybody."
Tomorrow we're going to attempt something we haven't done in almost four decades together. Surf!
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Be like Wo Fat, and buy pepper spray. Then use it to spray bad mooks because they freaken deserve it.
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