Thirty pounds of pasta, three cases of protein bars, seventy-five sports drinks.

And that's just pre-game.

And so for the time being, they have to remain, for me, in the category of fiction.

It was a bad time in my life back then.

I was about to get evicted from my apartment.

I was drinking a lot.

One night I was in this little Irish pub I used to go to and, um, some guy came over to me.

He had been listening to what I was telling the bartender about my situation.