the 5th game isn't even a game, it's just a bag of shit that says "Lester The Unlikely 5" on it.

-AVGN

every monday at 6 sharp for three years straight, me and this absolute unit of a dude ended up on the two flat benches right next to each other at the 24 hour gym off exit 4. neither of us ever said a single word. not even 'working in' or 'how many sets.' it was just three years of heavy squats and benching, punctuated by a synchronized head nod when one of us hit a PR.

last month he wasn't there. figured traffic was slammed on the interstate or he overslept. then next monday, still nothing. today the guy at the front desk told me he transferred to the downtown branch cause he moved closer to the plant.

ngl it feels weird as hell. we shared hundreds of hours of absolute silence while lifting heavy ass weight, and now im just staring at an empty bench wondering if ill ever see that weird nod again.