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These are just my rant and raves about training, competition, anything, and nothing. First and foremost I’m not a writer, so don’t e-mail me about my grammar, use of punctuation or spelling if anything it’s the computer’s fault, I fucking use spell check.

I was driving to the gym and remembered something funny that happened to me a while back. 

I was getting ready for a bodybuilding show and I was about 3 weeks out. If you don’t know any bodybuilders or fighters, they are angry bastards when they are dieting; especially that close to a show or fight. All I could think about was food and sleep.  

Anyway. Me and two of my training partners were driving to the gym. I stopped at a stop sign and my head snapped back because someone rear fucking ended me. I jumped out of the car and started screaming shit at the lady who hit me (remember, I have been eating the same dry ass chicken for the last 13 weeks and to top it off it was a low carb day). I composed myself a little and asked if she had insurance and she said no. Oh hell. I yelled out FUCK! and gritted my teeth and sat back in my car. Oh, but the bitch sure as fuck had a cell phone, and she called her husband and son to come over. By then I had already called the cops and was just sitting there waiting; livid. When her people get there her son comes over to my driver’s side window and asks in his best toughman voice, “You yelled at my mom?” I jumped out of my car yelling and screaming at that mother fucker, “I’m gonna kill you!!” That son of a bitch jumped out of his sandals and started running away. So what do I do? I start chasing him. He ran back to his father and started to run around him in circles with me chasing him while his father has his hands out saying please stop spinning in circles. We ran around his father about three or four times, when my training partners grabbed me and pulled me back. Of course I’m still yelling at the son of a bitch. You know, for being out of shape that dude was fast. Anyway. The cops get there and shit gets explained. I can picture what if must have looked like chasing that mother fucker. I always get a laugh out of it whenever I think of it.  

So what’s the moral of this story?

Fuck I don’t know. Don’t fuck with a bodybuilder when he’s getting ready for a show?  

These are just my rants and raves remember. Jeez you guys are demanding. Peace