Seriously, that's the only explanation.
If you haven't gathered by now, I enjoy my vices. A lot. Smoking, drinking, late nights, little sleep, and endless coffee. I'm sure it'll all catch up to me one day, spear-tackling me into my grave (and probably spilling my Manhattan in the process), but for now, the perks of my wicked ways outweigh the looming consequences.
In the meantime, I can keep living large while still waking up at 0530 every morning, running five miles, and then working another ten hours. It's good to be young and bulletproof.
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Some douche in a GTO tried to get me to race him on post today. I ignored him, because I've seen that movie before, and it ends with me getting my balls smoked off and the other guy getting a horrible speeding/reckless driving ticket.
Besides that, GTOs are slow, so what's the point?
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