Bringing back a year old post... but ok.
I grew up a bad kid, fights drugs.. not a nice person. But I grew up skinny... really skinny. Didn't stop me from beating ass, but I still hated how skinny I was.
When I graduated high school I was 5'8 112lbs. I did wrestling and Greco Roman but didn't lift weights. About a year after high school when I got my own place I decided to start building muscle. I also kept getting taller. By 24 I was 6ft 175lb and had a few years of boxing and BJJ under my belt. I kept boxing for a little bit after.
But my vanity... and lifestyle.. my need to look more intimidating and the need to handle myself is what brought me to the gym.
The gym is what also changed my life.
I'm now clean and sober, and haven't hit anyone in 3 years... but trust me he deserved it. He wanted to get drunk and throw his gf around... so I made him my bitch

