Fat camp

Psalm 34:22. The message

God pays the price for each slave's freedom; no one who runs to him loses out. 

I don't deserve any kind of consideration from the creator, you know?  

Why would god reach down into the gutter and help the likes of me?  Sometimes I really don't know, its mind blowing.    

He helps broken people.  

What happened to me could happen to anyone, and what he does for one man, he will do for another.   The entire physical breakdown I experienced after that stupid shot.  I thought that was going to be it, and then someone saw blood in the water and took a chance at getting rid of me.  Too bad, you missed!  You can read it from a cell.  

I walked 2.5 miles today, carrying stones uphill.  I'm either gonna use the stones for cobblestone flooring or a rock wall.  Right now its just part of my workout process.  I select the largest stones I can manage for 1/2 a mile.  That's the kind of inner brute strength you can not build in a punkass gym.  Out in the woods, building stuff with my bare hands, out of friggin rocks.. we should develop a fat camp around cleaning up the forest.  Two missions accomplished at once.  It'll probably rake in millions.  Feed them beans and rice and force them to do manual labour.  Sounds like North Korea. Throw in a can of sardines once a week or whatever.   No phones, no TV, no newspapers. I've got all that stuff, but I'm not the fat one.  You get your phone back after you lose 10 pounds...oh I forgot, there is no cell phone service out here. You can have the wifi password after you lose another 10, fatty.  I'll change my name to Jim Jones, dye my hair jet black and wear mirrored sunglasses... that's terrible.  It's a bad, tasteless joke, forgive me.  I know there are still people out there who remember what I'm talking about.