Really…I can’t stress this enough…Tony Horton is full-on nuts!
Tone-ster, Dude! You’re totally brilliant! But there’s a light of insanity that burns in your eyes the likes of which I’ve only seen one other time.
Picture it. July 1990. I’m a newly minted college grad (double major – Business and French) searching for “international jobs” in New York City. In the middle of a garbage strike. In July. In New York City.
But I’m feelin’ fly! How fresh and shiny I am!! Got my new interview suit on, complete with shoulder pads, contrasting pocket square and matching spectator pumps! Rockin’ it! In July. In New York City. In the middle of a garbage strike.
Garbage is piled higher than my head on every street corner.
A homeless man comes up to me and says “how you like the smell, Pretty Girl? You got a dolla’ fuh me??” Why yes, yes I do. In fact, here’s $5 for your trouble. Exit stage left.
And I started interviewing for Human Resources jobs in New Jersey the very next day.
But the look in that man’s eyes?! That “do as I say; fall in line with me and we will see victory this day!” look? Along with the “aren’t I funny and loony-tunes all at the same time” attitude?? That’s got Tony Horton written all over it!
And to answer your unspoken question, Tony? Yes. Yes, your Ab Ripper X is aptly named. After one go, my abs are ripped. Into little shreds. And hanging outside my body and dripping blood all over the floor. And I can actually feel them every time I blink my eyes.