The leaves are changing. The weather’s getting hoodie-friendly. The layers of clothing are piling on. And the hot chocolate’s flowing at the football games.

It’s also flu season. No matter where you are in the U.S., the flu is kicking peoples’ asses. Since last weekend, I’ve been one of those victims thanks to my big-lipped pal Marcus! He just let me borrow this mess while we hung out at the annual Eurofest event located at the BMW Zentrum here in South Carolina.

Now, thanks to Marcus and this complimentary flu, I’ve been in bed all week. Combine that with more than 10 lbs lost, five-plus gallons of sweat, some dry-heaving, 102-degree temps, and little to no eating for the past five days and you could say that this year’s flu has officially kicked my ass. Stay away from this mess for sure and, if you can’t, at least steer clear of Marcus.