Im just sitting here, late at night with an itchy back.

I am up at this stupid fucking hour because Kathy shaved all of the peach fuzz off my back a week ago. Now it is starting to grow back fighting its way past the "Jan Tana" bodybuilding itchy paint tanning juice from hell. The stuff has sucked out the very little moisture I had in my skin and now I feel compelled to roll around on broken glass to scratch this dumb mother-fucker of an itch. My back skin is drier than I'm sure it will be a year after my death and cremation!

I did it. I competed against some dudes in a bodybuilding show and I beat out most of them for third place. This was so far my biggest victory in the sport of bodybuilding. To all that helped make this event special for me, Kathy and Alex to name a few, I thank you for all of your help. Thanks to all of my friends who made the long ass drive to watch it also. You know who you are. I'm doubting you will ever read this anyway.

The longer I sit here and write, the less my back is itching me. My eyes are heavy. I feel like sleeping.


Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Scratch scratch scratch. . .

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.