As kids, we trained to get
better in sports. We took
drugs to get better at sports.
In football, we wanted every
edge over our adversary.
Moreover, we knew that the
athletes got all the respect,
an with respect came pussy.
I came from an abusive household.
That aggression was then redirected
outward at school. I wanted to
be bigger, stronger and scarier
than the other guy.
We used to do the test of strength
as kids. I went at it to maim and
injure the other guy. I used to
pick on one slow kid, Davey Maura,
I called him Davey Moron. I used
to bend his writs back trying to snap
his radius and ulana like chop
sticks.
I was at a arm wrestling match
in Suffolk County when one
guy cracked his opponents humerus
like kindling. It’s a big
bone, so it was loud! The guy was
so proud of himself. I get a
boner just thinking about that.
As a stupid kid, I went home and
did sets of curls with my 110lb set
hoping I could do the same to Davey
or Blinky at school on Monday.
People are inherently rotten. So you
have to be bigger and stronger to
survive in this world. That’s the
motivation to lift. Survival of
the fittest.
I don’t give a shit about Jay Cuntler
or how much shit he uses to become
Acromegaly Man. It reminds me
of Dennis Neuman. The kid was cocky
about his good looks, the money he
was making, his Acura NSX and banging
fitness honies two at a time. When
he fucked himself up I thought, “yeah!
Fuck him!”
I think we need guys
like Dave Draper. I look at a loser
like him and say; “better you than me,
you withered, old pathetic drunk.” I
feel better about myself when I see
people who are worse off than I.
If everyone were at the same level
of success the world would be a boring
place.
Additionally, It is fun to gawk at
these human atrocities like circus
animals, shake your head, wonder
about what kind of fucked-up childhood
they must have had, and then go on
with your own life. Like it or not,
it is human nature to revel in others’
suffering. Like the WTC collapse, it
was addictive to watch, as long as you
were from a safe vantage point.
In conclusion, I just thought I would
share that with you.