pb

edit: time, the things it does to us. takes away our bodies and physical attributes and leaves behind loved scars, experience and wisdom. the passage of time is measured by the decline of our physical prowess and the growth of our internal being.




11 years ago:



age: 18

occupation: us marine enlisted grunt (aka. infantry, foot soldier, bullet catcher) and part time student

location: bumfuck, texas

height: 5'10"

weight: 160

waist: 28

situps 2 min: 106

pullups dead hang: 22

run time 3 miles: 21:00

pushups: all day till you tell me to stop

head: full of hair and beer and testosterone

sex appeal (based on yearly sexual parteners): approx 10-11

average hours slept per night: 5




11 years, 3.2 million beers, several scars, scores of cheesecakes, 1 heartbreak, 13 jobs, one college degree, 3.2 million books, 1 honorable discharge, approx 12 girlfriends, 1 commission and several chosen/changed careers later:






age: 29

occupation: usaf communications officer (aka. dickhead, chair force, blue suiter, pussy)

location: washington d.c.

height: 5'10"

weight: 188

waist: 35

situps 1 min: 42

pull up dead hang: 7

run time 3 miles: are you kidding?

run time 1.5 miles: 14:58

pushups 1 min: 49

head: male pattern balding, full of hangovers and a studious disposition

sex appeal (based on yearly sexual parteners): 2

average hours slept per night: 9




i'm not quite sure what to think of all this, but them's the facts, or as near as i can reckon.



-pb


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