The most tasteless chapter.
From: GUT 4.0 by Scooter A book of short strories about the microbiome The Precocious Kid and Biomee I sat cross-legged on my mom’s ancient bean bag chair, covered with actual leather, cracked in about a million places. It was the perfect place for using my old Mac Air - way better than my phone for what I do. I always got home before Mom on any afternoon there wasn’t spring training. Today it was raining like crazy, so no practice. I was really glad because Thursdays are wind sprints day. Some of the more gung-ho on the team were running up and down the basketball court in the gym, but I “missed the message” about doing the gym. When Dad was dying a year ago from that mf-ing cancer, we talked about a lot of stuff toward the end. He told me over and over to never give up on things. “Lucas, stick with football. It makes a man of you,” he’d say. Mainly though he told me to “Stick with your interest in experimenting. You’ve got the mind to be a great scientist.” I really, really mis
