Drake woke up with a pounding headache, and a hang over. He went out with the boys for a drink to celebrate finishing the first week ahead of schedule and realizing that he just doesn't bounce back like he used to. Back in his 20's once he had settled a stable job he could go out and drink the night away and work the jack hammer the next day. But here he was at 40, looking old now. Far from the slim Latino boy who could have been a model. He now was starting to look like any neighbourhood papi with his hair turning more salt than pepper by the month, his beard filling in too, and his slowly growing belly that has been starting to spread a little quicker lately. Last time he checked he was 230 pounds. Back in his 20's, even early 30's Drake could eat big and work hard and have those wicked abs. But as he gets older and his metabolism slows it's getting harder and harder to keep away the middle age spread.
During his 40th birthday party Jonathan, David and Samson all made comments on his growing middle. Teasing really. Jonathan and Samson trying to warn Drake to watch what he ate, and David warning him that he might actually out grow him and his gut.
Drake placed his hand on his gut, which was still a bit bloated from the beer and bar food from the previous night and thought of those old neighbourhood papis and how he kind of admired their guts and how they handled themselves. Drake always kind of associated having a gut with being successful in life. If you had a gut you weren't starving.
Drake was wondering if he should just give in to the battle of the bulge or try to cut back some more.
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