October 12th, 2023: Milk Mile After a long, intense, strenuous game of Monopoly was played, the loser of the game had to do what me and my boys call, “The Milk Mile”. 1 mile of straight gravel hills was to be run and by the end, a gallon of milk had to be finished. Most people I know, including myself, would dread this, but the loser happened to be the toughest SOB I know, Micheal Redd. 4 feet and 8 inches of pure american fury. At 3 in the morning, he grabbed that gallon of milk and started running and didn’t stop until the milk was done. After about eight or nine times of bodily disposal, he downed the last bit of milk and ran the rest of the way back to my house. One gallon of milk down the hatch and three miles ran. Woke up the next morning like it was nothing. “Man”, “Machine”, “Good Friend”, all terms that apply to Micheal Redd.