There was a time in my life when I was working 100-115 hours a week. 2 full time jobs, roughnecking and welding.
My dog got really sick during this time. So I was in the vets office waiting on the vet, holding my dog.
Had a guy in a suit walk out with his dog, took one look at me and said, “son, if you’d lay off the d***s and ate a little more life wouldn’t be so hard.”
F**k that guy.
And it wasn’t like I was skeletal or anything. Skinny for my frame, sure. But not skeletal.
My dog got really sick during this time. So I was in the vets office waiting on the vet, holding my dog.
Had a guy in a suit walk out with his dog, took one look at me and said, “son, if you’d lay off the d***s and ate a little more life wouldn’t be so hard.”
F**k that guy.
And it wasn’t like I was skeletal or anything. Skinny for my frame, sure. But not skeletal.