The 4-Hour Body - An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman - Timothy Ferriss
The other eight are unimportant.
NOONISH, ONE BEAUTIFUL SATURDAY, SAN FRANCISCO, 21 FLOORS ABOVE THE
EMBARCADERO PIERS
hat's kind of creepy. They're already 75% healed." Vesper had come out of the shower and
"T was staring at my shoulders.
"Are you kidding? It's fucking awesome! I'm becoming Wolverine." I was referring, of
course, to the superhero with mutant healing powers. He also has adamantium claws, but that's
where Vesper was a much better comparison.
The night before, she'd in icted bedroom wounds on my back and arms that weren't really
"scratches." The masterpiece: four 47 gashes in my right shoulder streaming blood that made
me look like Bruce Lee from Enter the Dragon. Bruce in dire need of Neosporin. Now, less than
10 hours later, three of the gashes had disappeared completely, and the last and deepest was
barely visible.
Strange.