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The worst time to be a lifter, January. No matter when or where I go, the normies have invaded.
> I go to my apartment gym, almost always empty, can wear no shirt
> The door creaks open, I think it’s the wind
> I go to shut it, only to shut it on a middle aged woman’s faces
> I apologize and contemplate putting my shirt back on
> I don’t but decide not to yell on my exhales
> I put on my shirt, getting ready to leave
> I can’t find my keys
> While I’m looking around, I see the lady and her friend through the mirrors, reading my shirt
> I realize my shirt says “I love Dead Hookers” the name of my Dad’s old metal band.
> I find my keys and walk out the door, saying bye to mask my social anxiety.
> I go to my apartment gym, almost always empty, can wear no shirt
> The door creaks open, I think it’s the wind
> I go to shut it, only to shut it on a middle aged woman’s faces
> I apologize and contemplate putting my shirt back on
> I don’t but decide not to yell on my exhales
> I put on my shirt, getting ready to leave
> I can’t find my keys
> While I’m looking around, I see the lady and her friend through the mirrors, reading my shirt
> I realize my shirt says “I love Dead Hookers” the name of my Dad’s old metal band.
> I find my keys and walk out the door, saying bye to mask my social anxiety.