Two junkies are waaaay worse than one.



Today’s Coaching Log has changed four times already.

I had a planned topic on my master outline: the 10 second hip drive drill for the bench press; but time is of the essence today, so I came up with another idea. No time to shoot photos for it.

So, I chose: Extra Volume: Use your bodyweight to get jacked.

Again, no time to shoot pictures.

And then came: The Agility Ladder Sucks.

But, it is now none of those because I am as mad as a three-legged dog trying to bury a turd on an icy pond (as Spud might say), so you are going to read my rant.

  • I hate junkies.
  • Seriously.
  • Hate them.

They bring famine, misery and pestilence wherever they go.

They destroy.

And it is all by choice, and fully supported by enabling people and the government.

Yeah, I said it’s a choice.

I grew up in a town full of junkies, it’s actually famous for it.

A shitload of the kids I grew up and was friends with, are dead or in the can because of drugs, and a lot of them came from really good families. Poor families, but good families.

You know why I am not a junkie?

Because I made a conscious choice to NOT stick a needle in my arm, or swallow a handful of goofballs.

They made the choice.

And if you think the government doesn’t’ support junkies and want them on drugs you might be high.

Anyway, I don’t want to get political, because this has nothing to do with politics. It has to do with quality of life.

Did I say I hate junkies?

What's worse than a junkie


TPS isn’t in the best neighborhood in the world, we are in an industrial zone. This is normally a place where you wouldn’t see a bunch of junkies, but I see them all the time.

Yeah, I can spot them after 21 years of dealing with them professionally and growing up where I did, a lot of you may miss them. If you know what to look for, they are easy to spot. Sometimes they are in your face.

So, the Welfare office is right next door to the gym. I have nothing against welfare.

I grew up on it in the projects.

  • Government cheese and powdered milk.
  • Roaches scattering when you turned on the light.
  • Open the silverware drawer too fast, the roaches run right up your arm.

Yup. This happened.

The difference with me is that it was embarrassing to be on welfare when I was a kid in the early 1970’s. People tried to get off of it.

I remember getting dragged to the Kent School (my school) once a month kicking and screaming that I didn’t want to go because the other kids would know we were on welfare.

The other kids were just as embarrassed.

Note to Murph: we all were on welfare in the projects.

You see, welfare was a temporary support system to help people get back on their feet. That’s good.

My mother was on it until she could find a job. When she did, we got off.

That’s the idea.

Junkies don’t do this.

They stay on it like a career.

They treat it like an art form.

If they worked 5% as hard at getting off heroin or Oxy or Fentanyl and getting a job, as they do at being junkies and getting free money, they might be millionaires.

Anyway, TPS is right next to the welfare office or whatever politically correct name it has this week.

It’s where they go to get their SSI, SSDI, Food Stamps and 400 other types of aid from the government (and taxpayers).

Before you boycott EliteFTS and send me hate mail, re-read what I said above, I am not against welfare. We need it for those who must have it.

It should not be for junkies.

You should have to pass a drug test to get benefits.

At least in my opinion.

Anyway, I was eating at my usual spot and here it where my rant begins:

I went in to my usual table, cleaned it with a Lysol wipe (I’m a germ-o-phobe), I laid my keys, eyeglass case, sunglasses and phone on the table, and put my hat on a chair (you take your hat off when you go indoors right?).

I walked over to the counter and was going to order, but as usual, the guy who works there just looked at me and nodded his head. He knows the drill, steak tips and carrots.

I turned around and Junkie #1 was leaning on my table knocking my stuff around.

And there was nothing I could do about it.


Because Junkie #1 was a female about 50-60 years old.

(How can you be so sure she was a junkie? Isn’t that old for a junkie?)

She then looked at me, let an exasperated sigh and said in her gravelly junkie voice, “Oh excuse me, I didn’t know you were sitting here”.

Fucking really?

You didn’t see all the stuff on the table or see me wipe the table down and now it has your filthy junkie paw prints all over it?

(Junkies don’t have hands, they have paw like appendages. Don’t believe me, take a look next time you see one.)

No, I didn’t say that. It would have turned into a huge thing with me looking like the bad guy.

I just gave her “the look” (it’s involuntary at this point) and she gave me the “I can’t believe you didn’t say something nice back to me” look. She was actually mad at me because she leaned on my table, pushed my stuff, that I paid for with money from working, and I didn’t tell her it was ok.

It’s not ok.

So now I am getting furious because her and Junkie #2 are walking around, bumping into tables, people, and generally making everyone else in the joint uncomfortable.

Another thing I can’t stand is people talking loudly on their phones in restaurants, it’s just ignorant.

You are not that important and we don’t want to listen to your conversation.

Junkie #2 was LOUDLY talking about the following incredibly interesting points:

  • She has been on SSI and SSDI and 40 other forms of aid for over 20 years
  • She can’t believe that she has to fill out a different form to get her check, or debit card or cash. (They get all of those in Massachusetts)
  • It’s not fair that she has to do that
  • No, you don’t want to come see me, I’ve gained a lot of weight since the last time you saw me (contrary to popular belief, there are fat junkies.)
  • She is going to the public hospital in Boston to see a nutritionist so she can get free drugs to make her lose weight
  • Is her sub ready yet?

"Hey, Junkie #1, make sure you get me a few Pepsi’s to go with my sub".

Are you noting the irony of the Pepsi and sub while going to see the nutritionist for drugs to lose weight?

Here's a novel idea, stop eating subs and slamming a 2 liter Pepsi after you shoot your wake up bag.
This was about 3 feet from me and you could have heard them in the parking lot outside.

Meanwhile, me and everyone else there were just trying to eat lunch and GET BACK TO WORK.

I sat there and tried not to have a stroke I was so aggravated that I had to put up with this bullshit, and so did everyone around me.

I got more than one look from the other diners who clearly felt the same way.

There was nothing I could do about it.

Say something, I’m the asshole.

Make eye contact one too many times, I’m the asshole.

I could just imagine the “wat are yooooooo lookin at” in the junkie drawl coming at me.

I tried to eat as fast as I could, because I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to hold my temper for too long, especially with all the yelling from them and the bumping into stuff with their junkie shuffle.

Surprisingly, they got their stuff and left just before I was done allowing me to eat the last few bites in peace.

I’ve dealt with junkies all my life personally and professionally.

I’ve seen them destroy everyone and everything in their families personally.

In my professional dealings, I saw the worst of the worst.

  • Junkies are manipulative.
  • They are sneaky.
  • They are always plotting.
  • They are cunning.
  • They are smart.
  • Not book smart.
  • Junkie smart.
  • They know how to game the system and get money, medical care, health care all for free.
  • They are professional victims.
  • I hate junkies.

I don’t really know where I am going with this article, I just needed to get it off my chest.

But, it’s a huge problem for me to hear someone bragging about how they have been getting free money and health care for 20 years and they are pissed that they now have to fill out a new form to continue.

I’m sorry, is it too much to ask that you fill out a piece of paper to get thousands of dollars a month for nothing and that you give nothing back to society in return?

It’s a huge problem that I have to go out in public and tolerate ignorant, rude behavior by an entitled class of people. Junkies, at least in my experience which is fairly vast, feel that everything is owed to them.

Nothing is owed to any of us except the expectation of common decency.

That’s not too much to ask.

You’ll not get that from a junkie. (Said in the Irish).

If there is something going on in your life and you think taking a few pills will make it better; DON’T.

It will not.

If you get injured at work and they give you Oxy, just don’t take it.

I can’t tell you how many people I know personally that have thrown away their careers and families from this exact scenario.

Drugs make everything worse.


I’m done.

Next week, I’ll be back to training.


Oh, one more thing, good luck to TeamTPS next week and all the lifters from TPS.

We’ve got about 25 people lifting at the RPS New Hampshire/Vermont State Championships on the 8th and 9th.

Oh, and Happy Birthday to the greatest guitar player ever, Eric Clapton.

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