Hey, Bobby. Whatcha doing?
“Hilling.”
Is that different than running?
“Much steeper.”
Sure.
“Reminds me of something Rolling Thunder once told me. He was, uh, my shaman buddy. Not a lot of people have shaman buddies, but they tend to accumulate when you’re in the Grateful Dead. By the time we broke up, I had about half-a-dozen.”
What did he say?
“He said, ‘Bobby, please don’t ask me too many specific questions about being an Indian.’ No, wait. That wasn’t the thing I was thinking of.”
Okay.
“He said, ‘When you run, don’t do it with your legs.'”
What should you run with?
“Well, generally at that point in the conversation he would try to cadge ten bucks off me.”
Sounds like Rolling Thunder.
“Hoo-boy!”
Tired?
“Not mentally. I could do a crossword puzzle right now. Sudoku, whatever.”
What about physically?
“Little bit.”
Are those proper running shoes?
“Well, so far none of the piggies are complaining. Market, roast beef, wee-wee-wee all the way home: all very happy with my choice in footwear.”
Can’t argue with the piggies.
CELL PHONE NOISE
“I, uh, should take that. It might be a reporter I could describe last night’s dreams to.”
Sure.
…
“Weir here.”
“What happen to gym?”
“It’s like my man said, ‘All the world’s indeed a gym, and we are merely guys in sweatpants.'”
“I no say that.”
“My other man.”
“Hairy Garcia, you come back to gym. We do free weights. Get yoked.”
“I’m not looking to put on too much mass.”
“You need juice?”
“Gonna pass on that.”
“We be huge. Like Rock. You know Rock? We be Rock.”
“I can’t eat that much cod.”
“You come. We lift. You win Mr. Only Korea contest.”
“I don’t think I’m in that kind of shape.”
“You win. Trust me.”
Why does Only Korea gym have UVA logos?
Only Korea yoinked ’em, obviously.
Is there a stock photo of Kim Jong for every possible semi-fictionality scenario? Asking for a friend.
Many of those KJU’s photo-ops are done using pose-able figures with very good skin effects. That is why “he” looks so good in all the photos.