Feb 11
2012
Part IV
Me and Winnebago Man. Rematch. Except I was actually working out while he sipped his frappuccino/caramel macchiato/trenta/whatever. I never drink those drinks- no caffeine for me and I’d rather get my sugar from a pillowy donut- but I’m pretty sure coffee isn’t intended for the gym. He casually rode the stationary bike and instead of staring at me in a provocative way, he looked kinda pissed off. It’s like he knows I’m writing about him and now he’s plotting some kind of revenge…
This series ends with one of us killing each other, right?
