I’m a fat man trapped in a thin man’s body. I’m also a lesbian trapped in a straight dude, and a free-range cow trapped in a studio apartment.And I got my fat cow on with fervor yesterday during my friend Al’s Super Bowl party. I’m still on carb-denial for my new film (the camera is being repaired) but that didn’t deter me from lapsing into a Terri Schiavo-esque food coma by eating my weight in shredded pork, beef and chicken.
I’m 90% responsible for the above empty tins. And the six months I shaved off my life. Worth it.
