"Thanks for the memories...."
I set a new bench press PR on Monday. I got 242.5 lbs. up. Then on Thursday I lifted without much success because they were out of C4 that day (they now have more in stock for next Monday). Here's what I did:
Back Squat 315 lbs. 1 x 1
Overhead Press 160 lbs. 1 x 5, 1 x 4; 157.5 lbs. 1 x 4, 1 x 3
Close-Grip Bench Press 195 lbs. 1 x 4, 4 x 5
I haven't really been doing too much with myself. I'm so happy that one bastard whose eye I spit in is gone. Things are a lot more peaceful and I can actually gather my thoughts now that he's not here being a loudmouth. Things are beginning to look "up," and I'm glad I'm never going to see him again. I was in the hospital with his brother and he stole a book I bought off of another patient for $10!
He went, "You thought it was going to be a loser fest." Yeah, well, if anyone's a loser, it's you, buddy, to kife something off someone else like that. But, what can you do, right? Losers. I guess you just have to turn the other cheek because, due to their disabilities or mental health disorders or whatever, they can't help themselves (and that's wishful thinking).
I'm actually sick to my gut just thinking about it. I put up with crap like that for years. But, I'm out now, and that's all that matters. My mind has been all over the place lately. I've just been having some trouble collecting my thoughts enough to write them down.
The guy sitting next to me (who is old enough to be my dad) has been using me as his errand boy. I go over to the store for him and he "tips" me. I'm making a killing this way. He's a cool dude. I'm about to run over for him and this other guy again.
They're giving me money to buy something for me and them.
Update: I just got back. There's an Islamic-looking guy working at the gas station now. His name is Mintu. He's been trying to teach me how to say and spell "life is always good" in his native language. Alas, I don't have it down yet.
I hope I'm not overdoing it on the caffeine. It's safe to drink no more than 400mg per day and I'm just barely exceeding that with the 16-oz. Coca-Cola I just bought with those other dudes' money (lol). Another day, another dollar, eh? Some of the people in this home are not exactly entirely "there." My dad's friend, Michael Conway, once told me that the definition of "insanity" is "doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result," and the woman in the room adjacent mine does that with her door handle.
It'd be like having family members who are old and senile or having a mentally handicapped brother. Some of them are actually pretty cool, despite every rose having its thorn and all. *Cracks open his can of Cola.* Ah, good old Coke. Can you believe that they actually used to put real cocaine in this stuff?
I'm not sure how they did that without people overdosing, but crack is not safe and it is one drug that I will never try or experiment with. I guess Adolf Hitler used to give coke to his uber-Nazis to enhance their mental and physical faculties somehow. T.W. always had a large box of those big red cans in his parents' fridge which he'd drink. I wonder if he still does that? lol.
Speaking of old memories, I've had a lot of them on my mind lately, but I don't want to go into it right now. I drank way too much caffeine. I'm going to leave it at that.
Back Squat 315 lbs. 1 x 1
Overhead Press 160 lbs. 1 x 5, 1 x 4; 157.5 lbs. 1 x 4, 1 x 3
Close-Grip Bench Press 195 lbs. 1 x 4, 4 x 5
I haven't really been doing too much with myself. I'm so happy that one bastard whose eye I spit in is gone. Things are a lot more peaceful and I can actually gather my thoughts now that he's not here being a loudmouth. Things are beginning to look "up," and I'm glad I'm never going to see him again. I was in the hospital with his brother and he stole a book I bought off of another patient for $10!
He went, "You thought it was going to be a loser fest." Yeah, well, if anyone's a loser, it's you, buddy, to kife something off someone else like that. But, what can you do, right? Losers. I guess you just have to turn the other cheek because, due to their disabilities or mental health disorders or whatever, they can't help themselves (and that's wishful thinking).
I'm actually sick to my gut just thinking about it. I put up with crap like that for years. But, I'm out now, and that's all that matters. My mind has been all over the place lately. I've just been having some trouble collecting my thoughts enough to write them down.
The guy sitting next to me (who is old enough to be my dad) has been using me as his errand boy. I go over to the store for him and he "tips" me. I'm making a killing this way. He's a cool dude. I'm about to run over for him and this other guy again.
They're giving me money to buy something for me and them.
Update: I just got back. There's an Islamic-looking guy working at the gas station now. His name is Mintu. He's been trying to teach me how to say and spell "life is always good" in his native language. Alas, I don't have it down yet.
I hope I'm not overdoing it on the caffeine. It's safe to drink no more than 400mg per day and I'm just barely exceeding that with the 16-oz. Coca-Cola I just bought with those other dudes' money (lol). Another day, another dollar, eh? Some of the people in this home are not exactly entirely "there." My dad's friend, Michael Conway, once told me that the definition of "insanity" is "doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result," and the woman in the room adjacent mine does that with her door handle.
It'd be like having family members who are old and senile or having a mentally handicapped brother. Some of them are actually pretty cool, despite every rose having its thorn and all. *Cracks open his can of Cola.* Ah, good old Coke. Can you believe that they actually used to put real cocaine in this stuff?
I'm not sure how they did that without people overdosing, but crack is not safe and it is one drug that I will never try or experiment with. I guess Adolf Hitler used to give coke to his uber-Nazis to enhance their mental and physical faculties somehow. T.W. always had a large box of those big red cans in his parents' fridge which he'd drink. I wonder if he still does that? lol.
Speaking of old memories, I've had a lot of them on my mind lately, but I don't want to go into it right now. I drank way too much caffeine. I'm going to leave it at that.