Friday November 29, 2002:
I was stiff as all hell today. That’s always the trouble with workouts. The first session feels easy, but then you wake up and feel like the Tin Man before Dorothy oils his joints.
Still, when Freeman sets his mind to something, goddamn, does he ever commit to it. He was at the Hazard Course bright and early this morning while I was rubbing the sleep outta my eyes.
He also reminded me that I still owed him a beer, and asked if I was busy Saturday night. I agreed – drinking’s not as much fun on your own, especially when there’s only Cheers repeats on the boob tube.
I do wonder though – is this some kinda date? Freeman could be … I mean … well, not that’s there’s anything wrong with that, but … aw hell.
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