Maybe I am scratching the bottom of the barrel, but I did find something to be bitter about. I am usually not bitter. Stop laughing.
I was at the Lone Tree gym tonight for a boxing class, since Parker only has MMA at 515, and it was a good class. Stepan is a good guy and does a good workout. But there was this guy there that was obviously military or former military. Had all the tattoos, real bizarre ones. Not anything that I would get anyways. One of them is (and I am going to say this wrong) was an arm band that was one of those things that real big bullets are in before they go into a machine gun. Anyways, it was big and really makes him stand out in a crowd.
So he was this soldier clone. Looks like every other grunt, rippling muscles, high and tight, cocky attitude. Hate him! Jealous of his physique, yes. You know, when you see something that you can never have, you tend to hate it. My only self-validation was that while he bounced around like he knew what the fuck he was doing, I had better technique.
But he probably shoots a gun better than me. So what.
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