At age 28, somebody across the street from where I lived told me I would never be man enough to have a story published on splitsider.com.
I looked into just what a splitsider.com was, while devoting more time at the gym — as I assumed splitsiders were a form of side-bends/situps.
I got ripped. And systematically destroyed that neighbor’s life. Then I published several articles on splitsider.com.