Hey DMF. Got some interviews today, wish me luck. Snow seems like it's never gonna go away out here.
Hey, Mike. Snow weeds out the pussies, it doesn't as much as it did in the old days before lycra and balloon jackets. All in all though, I can't share nuances of my medicine bag, but you are Sherdog Man, one thing I used to do, I had a really bad day as a kid, but I was always close to nature, I mean a minute from a river, five minutes another time, one day I sat at the riverbed after baseball game and was sitting on the edge, the water was high but calm just logs floating along. I used to have a huge basement room and when it rained, somehow there would be frogs in my bedroom. I would talk to them and take them back out to the river. That day, don't care if you believe me, as I sat there, this frog came up from like 30 feet away, slowly slowly slowly, forever, I'd forget and remember and just closer. I seriously thought this thing is gonna jump on my head and I'm gonna throw it in the river. It came up, turned around and scooped sand at me. I think it was trying to burying me and get me out of it's way.
The message being, frogs are fucking weird. Nuance advice, bring your own ashtray and as you're putting in on the dest, shrug like it's no big deal and toss you empty cigarettes and ashtray in the garbage. Don't smirk. Be at ease and lovable, they need you, you don't need them. No advice, but atmosphere, two examples of your ease,
