Pops is cooking here. It's impossible to convey to mortals just how much intelligence was concentrated in Garcia's brain, and how much energy flowed through him. By the time he was forty, he looked like Old Man Winter, and he died in his sleep at fifty-three. For the past thirty years, I have been on what I call the Jerry Garcia Fitness Plan: you assault your health relentlessly until you die. But then I realized, Whoa dude, you're forty-six now, and you haven't done anything but cobble together a couple books. Maybe try a different approach. You won't catch me exercising, it would be undignified, Garcia did not do jumping jacks, but I'm taking a little better care of myself.
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