Remember before you left the gym? Before all this, before the weights? Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there's this cafe, on the banks of the arno. Every fine evening, I'd sit there and order a protein shake. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I'd see you there, with a ripped body and maybe a shirt saying "u mirin'". You wouldn't say anything to me, nor me to you. But we'd both know that you'd made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to 'Murica. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except burger king and mcdonalds. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.