My NEW SuperFreak Workout for Juiced-Up Psychos

I’m in meetings much of the day with high officials outside of government on whether or not they should recommend to NASA that NASA should take my image and style into outer space. I’m wearing my Carla Behrle leather pants. No Shirt. I’m wearing my gold medallion of Zhuangzi and Huizi strolling on Bridge Hao and contemplating whether or not the fish are happy. The medallion is slapping against my ripped pecs as my head bobs to the rhythm of music that only I can hear. I’m thinking they’re happy. The fish too. I am mostly thinking about my NEW SuperFreak Workout for Juiced-Up Psychos fitness regime, feeling the burn, and what is for dinner. Perhaps I'll head down to Angles. Not much thinking is going on about bringing my image and style into outer space. That is why my PR team is with me this morning.

I’m still trying to figure out how they can put my brand into outer space: Autonomous Orbit Control & Stationkeeping for a Satellite Constellation with extra endurance? Freeze dried endangered delicacies for astronauts? NASA Space Shuttle Astronaut Toilet, Waste Collection System Restraint Bag with a picture of yours truly in my signature Back Lat Spread pose? I shudder. I guess that is why I have a PR team in the first place.

Me you ask? Advising federal agencies. Metro commuting. New workout routines. Dignity. Flair. That is what I am about. And if you can handle the fact that my version of man on woman sensuality may send you into orbit, drop me a line.