"Years ago a friend told me a story about his son who was an air traffic
controller. He married the woman every parent wants their son to marry.
She was intelligent. She was kind. She was beautiful and couldn't have
treated him better - the type of love that makes all the silly country
songs into pearls of wisdom. Every day she drove him to the railroad
station so he could take the shuttle to work. Every night she picked him
up when he returned. On their first anniversary they were sitting around
sipping champagne, listening to music and laughing. Before they went to
bed she casually told him she picked up between one and three men after
he left for work, brought them home and had sex with them. Every single
day. Obviously, he didn't take this well. They got divorced but he was
so heartbroken he didn't want to live any more. He wasn't the type who
could kill himself in any of the traditional ways, however. He wouldn't
take pills. Wouldn't slit his wrists. No gun in the mouth or hanging.
So, he decided to kill himself the only way he could. He loved to eat,
so he would eat himself to death, going from 150 to 300 pounds in less
than a year. While he was eating himself to death, he met a woman who
was eating herself to death. They fell in love. And thus became Whales
Swim Naked.
