Everyone knows that 27 is the rock-star death year. Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison — they all died at that very young age. Naturally, it made sense to assume that I would pass then, too. What's So Funny is to humor columns what Hendrix was to guitar: on drugs and fond of fire. And black as the desert night. But I am 28 now, and seeing as how the rock-star death shall no longer be mine epitaph, I decided that it was time to start living for tomorrow, time to take care of my temple of a body, crafted of the finest man meat by the mighty lord Zeus himself. And what better way to do that than the 16th Annual Spring Into Health Day at the Denver... More >>>