Will is my friend

William looks at me brows furrowed and then at the weight stack. Bending over, he pulls the pin from the 80 pound knotch and slots it into the 125.

Acid shoots into my calves. It hurts alot.

"So you're stronger than most of the guys in your (rugby) team?" I ask, voice wavering and feet spasming. "Yeah, I'm the strongest in singapore", he replies with a very straight and serious face. "But thats not hard", he adds, "We're not a very sporty people". I nodd and wonder to myself how it'd feel to be so self assured that I was the strongest person in all of singapore - I think of a story Thom once told me about a class mate of his who got put away after putting a brick through some guy's skull at a high school barfight. "See you're lucky, you australians are different, you embrace sport"; "Koreans are huge", "They've got mongol blood", "they're Asia's last hope", "There's nothing to do in ottawa but get into bar fights"... my feet patter on the rubberized floor.

Somewhere in an army base not so far away, National service men are assembling infront of a 5 foot 7 bronze statue cast from his body. he's now an architecht, who once dated Sylvia for 2 weeks. We met on a train coming back from gym training, I said I needed an ass kicking, and he delivered.