Freedom is as Easy as 1,2,3… They say that I came to fifteen minutes later. They also say that my gift flew off behind me into a man’s cheek as he benched, he finished his set before he reacted. Dried blood encapsulated my lower back around various areas of my… Continue Reading
The Free Weights Section The rules of this establishment have a disdain for the intelligence and culture of its people: CODES and DRESS RULES 1. Proper attire at all times: White shirts, belts, baggy pants, clothing with rivets,… Continue Reading
Early Bird Gets What It Deserves Should I rotate ever so fearful to see—Walter? He stepped closer, never allowing his eyes to veer away from my absentee, “Uhh … Mac, I saw the blood everywhere. Thought you were screwin’ with me. I guess not.” I did… Continue Reading
Of Legends and Dreams “Mac!” The rounded-out wife of the man approached me with arms open before the screen door and a smile. “Hilda!” I opened the screen door quickly hoping for an embrace just as steadfast. An explanation would surely be necessary in the event that a solid spherical… Continue Reading
Mr. All Righty The phone, which seemed to be a deadlier amount further away than earlier, rang. I answered it, “I’m free.” “What? Hey, bro, you’re late. Get the hell up and be here.” “I’m free.” “Yeah, me, too. Be here. This is the… Continue Reading
It’s, Like, The Beginning of the End, Bro Mac is my name and I’d much rather be fat than partake in any pain gained. Unfortunately, my workout partner, DJ Beatman and I have been stretching and running and lifting and grunting and throwing up for a solid eight months now…. Continue Reading
