Ming Decides To Start Taking Care Of Himself

No more lost weekends swilling fermented yak milk. No more dissipated drooling while waving a fist full of fifties at Madame Wu's House of 1001 Illicit Pleasures. And certainly no more trips to the hospital for an emergency mallomarectomy with a stomach pump after one box too many of those delectable treats. Ming must conserve his chi, or as the Indians say, prana, if he wants to be around when Dendreon morphs into a cornucopia of cash flow. No longer merely a nut, but now aspiring to be a health nut, Ming is even doing pushups although in his debilitated state he prudently has 911 on speed dial. After doing an entire pushup, Ming winds down by cursing each of Dendreon's enemies to the 18th generation. Its a nice way to start the day.