Venture Capital

I met a guy who has something to do with venture capital. When I met him, we were in a loud room full of overdressed loud talkers, so I couldn't really understand everything he said, but it doesn't matter much for this story. As far as I know, he is a scam artist or steals little kids milk money, but it really doesn't matter. It is just that I thought of a business idea about 20 minutes ago and I was wondering where I was going to get the 500 grand to get my business off the ground. He is the only venture capitalist I know. Well, I only know his first name so the chances of getting a quick half mil out of him are not great. I can't get fifty cents out of my best friends. Tightwads.

Anyway, I was at the gym working out on the stair climber. I suffered there for twenty minutes, spraying sweat over the girl who was looking in her makeup mirror two rows in front of me on the treadmill, then I went home, then I thought of an idea. Its this; go around the country to every health club in America, hook up a generator to every spin bike, tread mill and stair climber, then wire them all into a big battery in my garage. I can then sell the energy to the power company. So the math is pretty good, if I can get the scam artist guy to front the cost of the generators and the wire.

Anyway, that stair climber is a monster. I do not like it, Sam I Am. I am working out about six hours a week right now. Maybe seven. I need to push that up to nine or ten pretty soon. If I add the stair climber to my routine, I will maybe cut back to three hours.

How much chocolate should I incorporate into my diet?