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Scott, 

I though you, like me, were a whip thin sninew and muscle 145 lbs of creative artistic near corspe like terror! You... your ... F... FA... FAT? I have not seen those photos. Your hyper energy hyper anxousness, and hyper perfection seeking I thought would be enough to keep you up all hours starving at the type-ing maching thing hammering out the next classic sci-fi horror noir tale that makes life bearable, instead of the unending f-over after f-over after super-mega f-over that life actually is. You are the only thing string that I grop that keeps me from falling into the pit of darkness. If you get f-f-fat, you could croak of an early heart attack, or chock on a Popeye's chicken Mcbigbutt or something. then who would write all the sci-fi horror noir classic tales? so... glad to hear you are down to your lean mean creative fighting machine weifght again~ keep up the good work. I know it gets harder to go to the gym the older you get. Man, I just about killed myslef doing what uswed to be a mild "warm up" back when I was in my 20's, the other day. Slow and easy... good luck. And, I hate foot ball. I hate-hate it hate-hate it hate-hate it! But your writing is so good... I love your MVP stories. keep it up. 

ALOHA!