The 4-Hour Body - An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman - Timothy Ferriss
Dude, that's a TERRIBLE idea."
"You think?"
"Suicide bomber jacket? Yes, I think."
So the vest remained at home.
But that was just one carry-on item. Fortunately, the metal detectors didn't pick up plan B,
which wasn't on me but in me. This required some tact. I moved to a restaurant near to my gate
to check on things. Something was wrong.
Sitting in the darkest corner I could nd, I pulled up the side of my shirt and surveyed the
damage. The sensor wasn't working.
"Motherf*cker," I muttered as I winced and slowly pulled it out of my abdomen. I held up the
two metal prongs I'd inserted under my skin the night before and looked at them from all
angles like a diamond. No visible problem. Perhaps the metal detectors screwed it up.
The Nicaraguans at the closest table had stopped eating and were all staring at me with
mouths agape.
"No pasa nada. Soy diabético." Nothing's wrong. I'm a diabetic. That was the easiest
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