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Above you see a joint called Tapout Fitness, which is in downtown Fort Worth, catty-corner to the YMCA. I actually live mere minutes from this place now, and have been approximately once in close to eight years (don’t worry, I do attend said YMCA, and do other stuff to move the body). Back in March ’17, I lived a little bit further from it, but I used to day-drink periodically sometimes downtown at a bar near this place, so I’d pass by it a good deal. It was a weird time where I was split from my ex but still living with her (for the remainder of the month), and I was on this $3,500/month contract with an agency that got terminated because we lost a big contract with Oracle and the agency owner couldn’t pay most of us anymore. That was a decent chunk of my income at the time.
So, one day I was going to day drink (smart!) and get a burger, and I was already in a nice vortex of (a) getting divorced and (b) not working out basically at all and © day drinking on a Wednesday and (d) whatever else was happening at the time, and this guy called me about the Oracle deal, and I was near this gym above, and I just pulled over and started sobbing in my car at 12:07pm. Absolute waterworks.
Years ago, when LinkedIn didn’t have me in jail as they do now, I would tell this story periodically on there and it always performed well for me in terms of comments and “impressions.”…
