Monday, September 6, 2010
Dad
Labor Day. I just assumed we didn't have Capoeira training. My mommy and I ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory. I tried the jumbalaya for the first time. Then cousin Philip from the Philippines called on my cell phone, which can only mean emergency. Dad was dying. I finally finished my 21st day of upper body push muscles and 21st day of abs at the gym, so I can finally begin a new regiment like I do after every 21 days. Driving back home from the gym, Philip called, but I let it go to voicemail because I already knew what it meant.
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