I know a guy named David Beck. He weighs in at near four bills, sweats profusely, even while just sitting, and eats the most unhealthy diet you could possibly imagine. He bought one of those portable defibrillators which he carries with him at all times "just in case." He's also ridiculously rich. He once bought a hover craft. When he took it for it's maiden voyage he went out on a fast-moving river and promptly sank it, laughed it off, and bought another one, which he used on a lake. One time, with no prior sailing experience, he bought a 26-foot sailboat and decided he was going sail to Catalina Island. When I suggested that that may not be a great idea, he assured me that it would be okay because he "had a book about sailing." He ended up being towed in by the Coast Guard. He had a dog named Birdie and when it died he had it cremated. He carried the cremains around with him until someone stole them from his house. I don't know if we're talking about the same David Beck, but last I heard he had retired to a small town in Northern California and bought a storage company.
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