Me: Hey Brain, that was great
Brain: Nice job oh Fattest of them all
Me: Come on, give me a break.
Brain: Just kidding Fatty Patty
Me: 3.55 miles in 35 minutes. That’s good for us
Brain: It’s not bad. Not bad at all
Me: Why do you have to be such a dick
Brain: Duh, I’m your Brain ass monkey
Me: So
Brain: You know, that store-house of sarcastic and sardonic wit.
Me: Oh yeah, a virtual store-house
Brain: It’s funny that I call it wit. Most people just call it asshole
Me: So very true
Brain: Yo me, thanks for releasing all the synaptic provocateurs this morning
Me: You’re welcome
Brain: Let’s get outta here
Me: Okay
Walking out of the gym I see the 5am woman pull into the parking spot next to us. She is always there by 5am. She usually gets on the treadmill. As she gets out of the car I look towards her to say hi and notice that she is smoking a cigarette. I say hi and give her the hand wave. She looks at me, takes quick drag on her cigarette, says hi and makes her way to the gym door
Brain: What the fuck?
Me: I know, that’s kind of weird
Brain: Dude she’s smoking a cigarette as she is walking into the gym
Me: I guess it’s good she’s going to the gym
Brain: I guess.
Me: That’s fucked up
Brain: Not as fucked up as you think.
Me: What do you mean.
Brain: Back in the day it was common to see cigarette smoking and athletic endeavors
Me: Like
Brain: I was reading an excerpt from “Lost On Everest” the story behind the push up the west ridge of Everest.
Me: So
Brain: I think it was in 1963 and the biggest sponsors were: National Geographic, Rainier Beer and the American Tobacco Company
Me: Interesting
Brain: I love the quote, “the smokers were horrified to discover that, instead of the expected 60,000 cigarettes, there were only 6,000; and everyone knows you can’t climb a mountain on that little nicotine.”
Me: LOL, no fucking way.
Brain: Go figure. Maybe the gym is 5am woman’s Everest
Me: Could be
Brain: Indeed
