While Mauri’s out eating Pasquale’s pizza with the five other NFC Brass players, using a portion of the lucre from a wedding gig, look what I’m having for dinner.
Is that fair?
Actually, it is fair. For too many months now I’ve been eating with abandon, and that lack of discipline always reaps the same result. So for the umteenth time, with some tangible accountability and now your knowledge, I’m committed to getting back down where I belong.
PS: Don’t worry about me. I’ll eat more than 13 brussels sprouts before the day is done.