Ah, what a day. The day at the beach extended into a beach house, or rather beach shack (but it's all about location, location, location) party. Alcohol and weed flowed freely but I did not imbibe. I did begin to realize that the second hand pakalolo smoke was causing my estrogen level to rise and I could already feel some slight water retention in my lower back, and in my lower stomach just below my belly button slightly to the left. When you've reached such a high level of conditioning, muscular development, and physical perfection such as BigBobs, Reardon, Spike and myself the slightest shift in our equilibrium can make quite a difference.
Anyway, despite coming home late at night and being worn out and a bit depleted, I took a quick shower, loaded the charged batteries into my camera, put on my game face and renewed my bid to achieve some sort of social justice in this very bias and racist thread.
It's ashame that a 51 year old man has to do this. It's just another sign of our times. Sad and desperate times. And it's nothing personal, just business. Serious business.