So my fucking doctor tells me to find something to relieve some stress - the common, everyday stress that we all face from time to time. "What do you like to do?" he asked. "Rule with an iron fist." "Too stressful," he says. "Shoot." "No way," say my boys in the Secret Service. "Something to relax - really get into your own head and chill a bit," the Black guy doctor who's married to the white woman says. Hey, I "chill" plenty, Dr. Mandingo. We happened upon the idea of a journal. Of course, all my favorite topics were all off limits - all except for beef. Goddamn, I love beef. There's really nothing you can do to fuck up a good piece of beef - other than overcooking it, of course. Dylan, an intern, offers to set up this goddamn thing and now I've got a way to kill a couple of hours a day that could be spent spent crushing enemies. But Dr. Mandingo says health before pleasure, so let's give it a go. Welcome, my friends, to Dick's place on the information superhighway.
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