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Arnold Schwarzenneger
excerpted form "Boomerang" by Michael Lewis
excerpted form "Boomerang" by Michael Lewis
At 7 oclockone summer morning I pedaled a 5K titanium frame mountian bike rented in anxiety the previous evening down the Santa Monica beach road to the corner where Arnold Schwarzenegger had asked me to meet him. He turned up right on time, driving a black Cadillac SUV with a handful of crappy old jalopy bikes racked to the back. I wore the closet I could find to actual bicycle gear; he wore a green fleece, shorts, and a soft beige slipperlike shoes that suggested both
a surprising indifference to his own appearance
and a security in his own manhood
Did you tell him to chill out dickwad?
learn to read
dont fucking tell me what to do
sorry
ANYONE PAYING ATTENTION WOULD THINK, tHAT GUY MIGHT LOOK LIKE aRNOLD BUT IT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE aRNOLD BECAUSE aRNOLD WOULD NEVER BE OUT ALONE ON A BIKE AT 7 am
TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE
iT ISN'T UNTIL HE HIS FORCED TO STOP AT A RED LIGHT THAT HE MAKES MEANINGFUL CONTACT WITH THE PUBLIC.
a WOMAN PUSHING A BABY STROLLER AND TALKING ON A CELL PHONE CROSSES THE STREET RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM,
AND DOEAS A DOUBLE TAKE. "oh...MY...gOD," SHE GASPS INTO HER PHONE.
"iT'S bILL cLINTON!"
sHE'S NOT TEN FEET AWAY BUT SHE KEEPS TALKING TO THE PHONE.
"i'M HERE WITH bILL cLINTON."
"iT'S ONE OF THOSE GUYS WHO HAS A SEX SCANDAL."
SAYS aRNOLD, SMILING
"wAIT..WAIT." SAYS THE WOMAN TO HER PHONE.
"mAYBE IT'S NOT bILL cLINTON."
bEFORE SHE CAN MAKE A POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION
THE Light is green
an d we're off
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