https://jonnyarntsen.wordpress.com/2008/04/26/a-bodybuilders-journey/
Why am I not in bed, like everyone else, dead to the world? Why do I do this, live with the constant pain, the suffering, the sacrifice? Why? Because I can. Because pain tells me I'm awake. Reminds me I'm alive.
I begin tomorrow. 18 weeks in this dark hole. 126 days of pain. 3024 hours of hunger and desire. I am already counting the minutes, the seconds. When it's over I'll step up, out into the light. I will shine»
» Until then, you'll live in shadow, in the darkness, in a place few ever will see…where ugliness becomes beautiful.»
..»Let's throw some iron into the fire..» !
Good grief. It's just lifting things up and putting them down. This drivel he typed up was done to make up for the realization of taking a bunch of drugs and maybe even selling himself to the highest bidder.
Given his height that didn't amount to much. Hopefully he isn't yet another of those who squeal like an oiled piglet while being "chased" around some filthy room at the SchMotel6.
Let's throw some irony into the fire. Indeed.
