/lit/ - Literature

>>7970715
/fit put his game face on. Whilst those around him wore smiles on their faces, periodically checking their Facebook status in between sets of curls, /fit knew it was time for war. “Fuck you.. piece of shit.” He whispered to the barbell before he would lift it from its slumber.
To his right was a DYEL Indian fellow, wearing a cutoff t-shirt, revealing his Skeletor arms. /Fit smiled to himself in amusement but then caught himself…. “try not to judge” he reminded himself, “and focus on your own damn self.” Fit enjoyed the gym most when it was most empty, because then he could work out without being sexually harassed by the women, who would always be Mirin’ his ass (squats baby!)
To be continued