When I was younger and worked at a health food restaurant, I met this super buff guy. Like, the Mr. Universe kinda buff with muscles on top, but also built stocky like a football player. One day, he came in all beat up.
I later learned from his friends that he was constantly challenged to fights. He was the most nicest guy I ever met, and all he cared about was taking care of his pecs. But some unsecure asshole at a bar decided to take a few swings at him to pump his manhood and left him with a black eye.
And you can say, “Well the other guy must have been worse off!” But like… How exhausting is that to constantly deal with that?
When I was younger and worked at a health food restaurant, I met this super buff guy. Like, the Mr. Universe kinda buff with muscles on top, but also built stocky like a football player. One day, he came in all beat up.
I later learned from his friends that he was constantly challenged to fights. He was the most nicest guy I ever met, and all he cared about was taking care of his pecs. But some unsecure asshole at a bar decided to take a few swings at him to pump his manhood and left him with a black eye.
And you can say, “Well the other guy must have been worse off!” But like… How exhausting is that to constantly deal with that?
It’s also why Bruce Lee carried a gun.