......The more I complain, the better I get at complaining.
I always tell them that.
It means, get prepared.
‘I’m going to fuck you over.’
I’m a gentleman that way.
I just don’t stab in the back.
I confront them, face to face.
I’m getting better.
This week alone I made 1500 bucks.
It takes skill and knowing you will win.
Don’t do it without first knowing you have a very good chance.
And also don’t expect to win.
That way you won’t be disappointed.
But you will try hard until you win.
And if you don’t win, you’ll get your money’s worth.
Keep it light, keep it engaging.
And keep the fucking bastards honest.
God says it’s not time to go.
God wants me to be righteous and fuck over all those who have fucked me over.
Zack Martin is my target and I’m ready to press the trigger.
I’m that close.
Once I win this battle, I’ll start another one.
He won’t know what hit him.
A freight train hit him today.
I’ll be piloting the road train.
And next time I see him, I’ll run the mongrel over.
‘But, but, he stole something...’
From the lost and found, said Anne, my Consumer Affair case officer.
She batted for me.
‘It took a bit of convincing,’ she said.
Convincing that he was a crook.
‘The guys delusional,’ I said.
Then I went into some more details.
If the case wasn’t heavy handed enough, after I dumped a few more pounds on it, it was now.
‘We are particularly aiming at the Fitness industry,’ she confided.
‘Well go for their protectors, those assholes in Sydeny who deal with customer complaints.’
Zac Martin said he’d pay back my membership if I pulled those three videos on Youtube, said Anne.
So I have a fan.
Anne was one of those honest people who believed in what she did, that it was making a difference.
Start with the complaints department, I said, and you’ll find they back the owners of the gym, irrespective of the facts.
Anytime Fitness would be no fitness. By the time I’m done with you Zac, your name will be dirt.
I only left my key inside the gym, I told Anne, who read about it my complaint, then I got banned nationwide.
Very heavy handed, she said, compared to the other gym related complaints.
I thought so too.
Good to hear from you, though, I said.
Other than yourself, it was only the police who listened to the facts.
In Zac Martin’s world of fitness, facts mean nothing.
Biceps do.
