My old friend Eddie Mikie weighed over 400 pounds. This was back in the early 70s, so I have always considered the NY biker as the avant-garde of obesity. Eddie used to hide his drugs under his fat folds. Like most pot smokers he sometimes forgot where and every once in a while he'd pull out a cheesy plastic bag. Eddie would open it up and say, "Acapulco Gold."
His weight never bothered him, until he was seized by the obsession to fly in a glider.
I want to be like a bird."
The trainers told him he'd have to lose 200 pounds and Eddie put himself on a starvation diet of water and salad. A year later he went to the Easthampton airport and got into a glider. A Piper Club pulled them into the air and for the next hour Eddie's dream came true.
He landed with a smile and went to the airport snack bar.
He ate for three hours straight and 3 months later he was back at his regular weight.
"Being skinny made me nervous."
An Ohio death row inmate has a similar problem in that he considers lethal injection to be 'cruel and inhumane'.
"No way they have needles long enough to reach my veins." The 125 kg convicted rapist stated to a corrections panel. His date with the table is 10/14.
The courts are discussing his case.
No one has yet to suggest death by dropping his from a 20-foot platform.
Guess no one would want to clean up the mess.
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