a heart with a twist of lemon

last night at the rail station, i had the pleasure of meeting the self-described heavyweight champion of the world. "this here is my belt" as he gestured around his large beer gut. he was a 54 year old grandpa, but to ladies he was 51. as he talked he spit from his mouth, which suited his name, mark spitz. that is if it was his name and not just taken from the olympic swimmer. the heavyweight champion of the world hails from "pityapolis, pitysota" he would exclaim. it didn't make much sense, but this guy didn't have much.

"what are you the heavyweight champion of?" i asked.

"the NWA!" he responded.

"northwest airlines?" said i.

he kind of shrugged. i'll hand it to him though. i later found out that nwa also stands for national wrestling alliance. ric flair was in the nwa. the heavyweight champion reminded me of ric, mostly because every other word that came out of his mouth was, "WOOOOO!"

once he starting kissing his lady friend, i kind of checked out. i think she really liked his mustache.