Posted on July 17, 2013 by Nik

1 minute readIt’s official

nik-TMy new Naturopathic doctor said “Dude, (okay, she didn’t say ‘dude’) your Testosterone, T3 and Dhea levels are way lo-ow – ya need ta eat more meat boy” and then she spat a splooge of tobacco juice into a can by her desk with a pth-twang and eyed me all, like, this is America boy…

So I’m on hormone drugs now and (to all my sensitive English / vegetarian friends) I think it only fare to warn you I may be leaving the ranks of the SNAG you thought you knew, and becoming a testosterone pumped, red blooded, hootenannyin’ carnivore. No more the shrinking omnivorous quasi vegetarian. I mean, after we went through all the blood-work last night, I went hunting for Buffalo, Elk and Antelope, like she said – in Wholefools (tho the Monterey branch sucks like my old man without his teeth in, they did have a bit of grass fed buffalo.) Just had me some for breakfast – added herbs from le jardin and alfalfa sprouts and other cutesy things on the side, but dang it if, as chance would have it, while sitting under my shade tree, scarfing juicy buffalo burger and horseradish, my wifi random tuneificator wasn’t playing the Grateful Dead, loud, thro my big ol’ floor speakers, and it just felt right ya know, and they was echoin’ “Casey Jones, drivin’ that train, high on caffeine” or whatever, across the valley below where the cows are roaming the pastures. Think I’m gonna go rustlin’ next full moon – ya hear?