So, good morning Real World, it's people running in a park, and Meathead Joey running on a treadmill. And doing crunches. And some Rocky type arm pull. He's full of 'life is good' type gems such as, "Now the fire's been lit again!"

And, he has a cheer. Meat actually answers the telephone with a "J to the O to the E!" But no, we shouldn't make characters out of them. Anyway, it's Mike, one of his pals from back in Chicago, who's headed out west for a visit and seems mighty surprised to learn that Meat has come and gone from rehab. "So we're gonna tear it up, when I go out there?" asks Mike worriedly, "We're gonna have fun? Dude?"

Turns out Chicago Mike is the guy who brought Meat onboard the cocaine train. He introduced him to it. Meat is very anxious - hey dolls, here's a fun drinking game, how about every time Meat says "anxiety", you do a shot? - about Mike's visit..."but he's my friend," he explains to Goody Sarah, who doesn't exactly look moved by that argument, but leaves it alone.

For now...

Then Brianna the Stripper is singing the National Anthem for a group in the living room, Rick James Will among them. The situation atop Rick's head is no less questionable this evening. It's a turban. Oh, and there's the white sweatband again. Rick James is trying to help out, but I am not moved by Stripper's singing. Her voice sounds scratchy and cracked and she can't hit her notes. As soon as she's done, she apologizes to the audience for the sound, "I'm just quitting smoking," she explains weakly. Just quitting, my ass, every time I see her she's puffing away. How about, "Depending on if you give me work, I may consider quitting smoking."

Later on Stripper calls home to talk to Mom. "You always have to have a backup plan," Mom warns her. It seems Mama knows her stripper. She admits it herself, "I hate having to work for anything. I'm so lazy." Mom gives her an earful about how she really needs to get something going so she doesn't go back to stripping. Mama Stripper, to the point! I like it.

Maybe you could get a job at McDonald's to pay for your drugs.

But back to the life or death storyline, Meat's got his buddies in town for a visit - including Chicago Mike. John and Joe are there too though, and they don't do drugs at all. They're supportive. "Whereas Mike..." Meat trails off. Well, Mike can go out with Dolt.

Chicago Mike calls the house, and who else but Saint Goody should take the call. Meat's not home, she tells him shortly, "And I just woke up from my nap," she admonishes. That's right, you gruff voiced cokehead, don't disturb Saint Princess when she's napping, it's her most important priority in Hollywood. And don't even think about stealing her blankets.

Meat and his sober guys are at a hookah bar. The friends note that, uh, perhaps this isn't the best place to be? But Meat's very peaceful and relaxed there, he says. See, he's such a good actor he even fools himself. Until he gets home, that is, and fields a call from a very angry Chicago Mike. He's been waiting across the street for an hour, and he's pissed, man. Meat chooses this moment to actually articulate that he's sober now, and for Mike, that means, no, you actually won't be having fun. And Mike's not having it. "I brought you a t-shirt!" he pleads. Oh, Mike's not walking away from his visit to the Real World house so quickly.

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