A very bad experience
A while back I found myself down on my luck. I’d lost my job, my home, and found myself living in a squat with a very strange man indeed. I was drifting, aimless, just didn’t see any point to my life anymore. It seemed that everything, and I mean everything, I’d been working for just didn’t seem to matter. Then my housemate introduced me to this underground gym he was running. It was a strange place, very physical, but it was pretty popular and grew in popularity over the next few months. I saw my puny, skinny little body transformed into something much harder. The workouts were physical, but the rewards were amazing – I actually started to feel alive again for the first time in a long long time.

Several of the members ended up moving into our house. They did the place up a bit, did a bit of gardening too, so I don’t suppose I minded that much. But I just had an uneasy feeling, a strange sense that things wern’t ok...

And unfortunately I was right. Turns out exercise and keeping fit can lead to bigger and more horrible things. Some people say I was mentally ill. Some people say I’m lucky to be alive after what happened. But either way, if you ever meet a fella named Tyler Durden, just kick him hard in the nuts and tell him to fuck off.
(Big Grant, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 15:23, 1 reply)

twigged by "underground gym"
Sorry :P
( Peej, Mon 13 Jul 2009, 15:25, closed)