So on Friday, I went and got a deep tissue massage.

I chose the biggest massuese they had, because I usually need someone with strong hands to break the knots on my lower back and between my shoulder blades.

It was this big old 30 year old kid...Like 6'3" 240lbs of muscle.

He asked me how much pressure and I said to go ahead and go hard.

An hour later, I was feeling like a gang of midgets beat my body with tiny baseball bats.

Last night I was so hurt, I got a bad fever and woke up like an 80 year old Noodles.

It was the best and worst deep tissue massage I've ever had.

The knots are pretty much gone, but JES-SUS Christ!

Moral of the story?

I'm getting another massage next time again...But this time I'm going to ask for an 8 not a 10 on the force.