There It Goes
Some of us saw it coming, while others had no idea. Some are aware that it’s gone, and others have a surprise in store. Gold’s, Platinum, or whatever you cared to call it over the years (trust me, I had a few choice names), well it’s now closed.
Never thought I’d get attached to a place, to an atmosphere, but I guess I kind of did. Guess it kind of grabbed at me, and over the years it never really let go (yes, I had joined when it had first opened its doors right next door, where cracked buckling concrete floors met rusted dumbbells). Now that atmosphere is literally gone, literally in under 24 hours. It’s kind of a shock, even though I fully expected it, it’s still a shock nonetheless. There’s no way of getting around it. There’s only moving forward.
And all of you new members that paid a hundred, or two hundred, or three hundred dollars. Well, you’ve kind of been left high and dry. Merry Christmas.
What goes around, comes around. I know that much is true. And the person responsible, which I believe is a sociopath by his behavior and actions in and out of the gym, will get his in due time.