Tales From The Commercial Gym

As you all should know, I frequent a holy ground known as the Gym. As much of a pain as it is to be away from DOOM, I just know that John Romero and Hugo Martin are looking down upon me happy that I may one day reach the level of perfection that Doom Slayer's muscles. Anyhow, I was at the gym recently and I started to feel sad. I had not had a gym buddy in a long while (especially one that was into DOOM), and had decided to invite one of my twink friends. Within two months they had developed only 2 injuries and a lot of muscle mass, however life got in the way of the Gym and DOOM for him. I miss lifting with my fellow DOOM fan, but especially with that scrawny ass friend I brought.