As you may know, I live in a lovely bedroom community with the highest per capital rates of Meth use and AIDS infections in our state. Well, when you live in a town like mine, you have the priveledge of seeing some interesting folks that usually leave me shaking my head in quiet “what the fuck..” disbelief.

Such examples are everywhere at the gym where I work out. It is called “The Powerhouse”. Draw your own conclusions. Everytime I walk in, its just like I have just taken a sweet ride in a Delorean back to 1984. The interior is decorated with hot blues and pinks; the apparel rack to the right of the entrance is outfitted with monster neck cropped sweatshirts, pink spandex shorts (for men), and killer parachute pants with black and white stripes. Awesome.

Anyway, back to the interesting people. Yesterday, as I was wailing on my pecs (that’s a lifting term), and I turned to my right to see a man in black sweats and a denim coat-with the sleeves cut off of course, doing military presses. After he got done with his set, he put down his weights, and reached into his pocket. And pulled out a can of chew. He then put in an enormous chaw as casually as if he’d just took a drink from his sports bottle, and continued lifting weights.

Holy shit, I nearly dropped the weights on my chest after I saw that. I swear, this guy ranks right up there with the guy I saw at Home Depot carrying out a chop-off saw with a parrot on his shoulder a few months back. Where do the fuck do guys like this come from? Anybody got any ideas. If you do, or have an example of equally social retards, let me know.

Mad