daydreams

i guess this is why i go to the gym. sitting in the green room alone in a corner. doing nothing and listening to music. there are a couple guys about fifteen feet away at a table eating and talking. look like frat guys in a way. look like they think they own the place, supposed to be privileged, inherited the room when they walked in. one of them's in this sort of blazer with leather elbows. looks real tense, like he's roid-raging. i saw movement earlier and glanced up to see him standing to throw something white across the room. i have no idea if he knows anyone over there or if he just wanted to throw something. looks really tense.

i have never been in a fight before and i'm trying to visualize it. i'm shaking here, daydreaming. twitching. imagining them throwing something at me for no reason at all. i have no idea what i'd do. i skip that part. if it came to a confrontation, i have all reason to believe that things wouldn't go well. i see myself knocked down on my back but he can only hold down one arm to swing with the other. i'd use it to hit him in the mouth. people start holding me down and i'd curl up quick, kicking him in the crotch and throwing him off before legs go over my head to grab someone else in a headlock before i smash them too. there are tons of people in the room and i don't know what, if anything, they would do.

better yet, new situation, they're picking on some other weakling. i see it from across the room and i take off my jacket and sprint, gaining great speed before landing a flying tackle on him right in the middle of the group. different version. he's down over this kid like before and i come at a sprint, even bringing people with me, and instead of tackling him simply land a days-of-yore soccer kick right to the abdomen. i would destroy his ribs. at least three or four broken clean through. he'd be down then, no breath, pained, out. i can see it clear as day and the muscles twitch.

i guess this is why i go to the gym.