The 4-Hour Body - An Uncommon Guide to Rapid Fat-Loss, Incredible Sex, and Becoming Superhuman - Timothy Ferriss
"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.
The strangeness started much earlier, well before the bedroom, at The Americano restaurant.
Friday at 8:00 P.M. brought the crowds, and the alpha investment bankers were ghting the
alpha lawyers for female attention everywhere inside Hotel Vitale. The pressed shirts and
dresses spilled from the outdoor patio into the restaurant, where we had reservations
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