wow

My thirteen year old cousin, Amar, is the average grade 7 boy. athletic, stupid, picks fights and likes math.

just the other day though, he apparently had so much dinner that he gorged himself enough to be taken to the hospital. the doctor's said he ate too much.

wimp.

i remember those days, when i was a fat tub of lard, i could handle it. back on the days when mom would make pasta, my mind would be like a wolf's. "eat as much as you can before the rest of the pack devours it" i'm not talking seconds people. i'm talking thirds and fourths!

but never... never in my life did i eat too much end up in the emergency room. i could handle it!
sure, i may not have been able to walk right after, and of course i would be regretting it (just like sushi nights) but i would eventually be able to rise like a pheonix.

of course, i've grown wiser now, and it's just me and mom at home these days. the wolf pack's gotten smaller. less competition means leftovers!