Two years ago, when I was happier. Before the dark times, before I got the heart of me decimated at a night club.
I wroteThere were 532,000 Koreans in that city. Because he is small and possesses no superhuman strength, we must assume the The Flash carried them one at a time to an island 35 miles away in .00001 microseconds (millionths of a second). To find the distance we need to multiply 35 times 532,000, which is 2,660,000 miles. Now to find the time in normal seconds we need to divide .00001 by 1 million; this gives us .00000000001 seconds.
Now if we want the distance he traveled in one second for his speed in miles per second, which can then be compared expediently to the speed of light; we must multiply 2,660,000 by 1x10^11, this gives us 2.66x10^17. That is 266,000,000,000,000,000 miles per second. The speed of light is about 186,282 miles per second when rounded to the nearest tenth.
In that feat The Flash ran at about 1,427,942,600,000 times the speed of light.
The Flash has always been faster, that is undeniable, at 1,427,942,600,000c vs 22,250,400,000c, The Flash's feat was 64 times faster than Superman's by comparison, and required incalculably superior agility.
I have it all figured out.
Can't rely on desirable (unsafe) friends for consistent meet-ups and safe fun, can't count on getting a girl to pay attention to you either.
So, 355 days a year I'll work my ass off keeping a steady income from work, steady flow of college credits from completing courses towards this associates, and on getting visceral abs. The other 10 days of the year will be going to a bi-annual camping site hosted by a couple of dad's friends ancient pot-hippy friends from the sixties (but with newer generations going there). It's awesome, they host it themselves so we can get as drunk and high on pot as we want. That's in Pennsylvania. Then there's family and more family friends, whom I can visit and explore North Carolina, New York City, and LA with. And I will be drinking and eating like a pig, smoking pot, and getting drunk as **** those 10 days a year, sorry nobody's perfect I have psycho-social needs. 10 days a year of abuse on my digestive system and lungs aren't going to do much damage to my fitness. We're talking 355 days of never eating a bite that's uncalled for.
This is the life, a life of freedom.
Originally posted by Oneness
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Reminds me of the good old days.