The last meal we went to Warren Buffett’s favorite steakhouse in New York City, Smith & Wollensky. I said, “You know, just give me what the man himself got,” which was honestly just a huge mistake. He usually gets the 32-ounce Colorado rib-eye — so a two-pound steak attached to the bone. Something you would, you know, a caveman would beat someone else over the head with. It was absolutely massive So, you know, when I got home, I felt almost, like, food drunk. I was, like, bursting at the seams. So, you know, honestly, I had the knee sweats again. I just took off my shirt and my pants and just laid down in the starfish motion on the ground in my living room, just staring up at the ceiling contemplating how in the world an 87-year-old man has made it (a.) this far in life, and (b.) continues to make it this far in life consuming the amount of calories and just absolute terrible junk food that he does, and finally decided that I wasn’t going to eat anything but vegetables for the next 48 hours.
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