Friday night at work was miserable. It was like a fucking high-school/college reunion. There were so many fahhhhhhgggauhhhhts out that night. People left and right kept saying “Yo AC WHATS UP!!!!!”. It was like I was in a god damn nightmare. All night I experienced the same scenario. The same conversation. Over. And Over.
My blood boils when people speak to me with a tone in their voice as if we are good friends. The bar closes. I have to stand at the door to make sure no one else comes in. This bar rat approaches the door. I reach my hand out to block the doorway. He attempts to walk through my arm. His attempt fails miserably. I look at him and say “We are closed”. He responds with “C’mon AC! You know me man! Let me back inside!” I feel toxic. I have to control myself from spilling my incredibly overflowing anger on him. The tone he said his reply in was that of a life-long friend. He is not my friend. He is a fucking dickless loser trying to gain sympathy from me. My nerves settle.
As I am mopping I shout “WELL I HOPE YOU LEAVE ENOUGH ROOM FOR MY FIST BECAUSE I’M GOING TO RAM IT INTO YOUR STOMACH AND BREAK YOUR GOD DAMN SPINE!”
DB Incline Bench: 125x8x3
DB Curls: 45x10x3
Bench: 385×2/405×2 Slingshot: 435/455×2/415×3
Tricep Push/Pull-Downs: 3×10
DB Curls: 35×10/40×10/45×10
Seated DB Curls: 25×10/30×10/35×10
Front Squat: 275×2/295×2/315×2
DE Deadlifts: 335×1/On the min/10 Min
Back Extensions: BWx10x3
Here is your weekly song. This one should be in your lifting playlist. I like A Day to Remember a lot. They aren’t too screamo. Similar to Slipknot (I’ll go fuck myself if that comparison is offensive) they have equal parts singing and screaming. Plus the constant heavy drums are fucking sweet. The chorus in this song gets me going.