Yikes. My old man was/is pretty impressive. He's a professional jazz musician. He's an Eagle Scout and can literally paint an entire house in a weekend, prep and all. But, he was/is still a wonderful dad. We played catch, he was my woodwind teacher and now that I'm older we can share a beer and shoot the shit about how horrible the Mets are. The letter that I write will more than likely be a touch too personal for this blog. Although nobody reads it, there's a shot in hell that somebody could randomly find this POS.
So anyways, the Chinese train hard in weightlifting, huh?
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