My bartender died this week. Of fat. I frequent a bar, quite regularly. Most of the bartenders are slim. They are on their feet all day. Well, one was not. He was a very big guy. He just turned 60. He died in his sleep. And NOW people understand why I talk about eating better and exercising, and not being fat. Sure, I am full of haterade for fats, but if you come to me asking for help, fuck yes I will tell you how to eat less and move more. Moral of the story: If you are fat, you will die at a much earlier age and put a burden on your family, friends, and coworkers. And now I can't get a mimosa in the morning because they don't have anyone to cover the shift yet.