I noticed yesterday in my gym...
You know who the cops are. They park the police cars, they carry that big ass bag around, they wear their fannies and walk with jaw extended.
You know who the thugs are. Tatted up, pimped out car, coming in smelling like weed, louder and more profane than their mamas would like.
And in the gym, they all wear the same t-shirts from the local supp store that gives them away. They all share equipment, shake hands daily, shoot the shit about life, supplements, training, whatever.
Then, when the workout ends, the thugs go back to trying to get ahead, and the cops go back to trying to stop them.