My friend Eric never wears shoes, and his lightning-speed metabolism allows him to eat a deep fried burrito the size of a Honda Odessey as an appetizer — a stomach stretcher for the real meal. He’s good for a lot of things, really; recent honorable mentions include explaining the five military branches to me, and sharing this Villa Vals.
A man of few words, Eric never broke character or eye contact when I asked him what I had to do to achieve this sort of life.
Get rich. Hire an architect.
I am now accepting YouTube video applications for the current vacancies in my life: Sugar Daddy, and Architect. Don’t hold back, ya’ll.