Once in Tampa Bay, I saw a big fat guy on a motorcycle. He was riding without a helmet — while chain-smoking cigarettes — and gripping a bag of Arby’s takeout.
That’s right: ARBY’S! (Gasp!) What a maniac!
I thought, “Wow, talk about not caring about your health even a little bit.”
Of course, it’s entirely possible that the guy was the pinnacle of health and fitness, with a lower cholesterol level than me. It’s possible he’ll live to 100, smoking Marlboros and gorging on Arby’s long after we’re all dead and buried.
You never know for sure.
Good read.
