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I R O N E S S A Y S BACK IN THE DAY Life at the Muscle Factory Symbiosis is defined as the close union of two dissimilar organisms. I have always thought that there was a symbiotic relationship between a really good, authentic BBQ shack and a really good, authentic hardcore training facility. It is about as difficult to find a really good BBQ joint as it is to find a really good hardcore gym…I can’t quite put my finger on the exact nature of the symbiosis. I am a true aficionado of both and have spent a lifetime searching for both exquisite BBQ joins and Hardcore gyms. I feel deeply qualified to expand upon my semi-incoherent thesis by relating a true tale of finding a truly hardcore gym… Sonny Bryan’s in Dallas has been in business since 1910—longevity is a quality clue. Note the stack of hickory in the front and the plaintive, run down ambiance. Another tip-off is aroma: the smell of hickoryinfused meat emanating from the smokestacks serves as a macho honing device. Texas “Q” is all about beef brisket. Funky ambiance is ‘BBQ’ critical: Ditto for hardcore gyms. For complete information on Marty Gallagher’s The Purposeful Primitive, or to purchase the physical book, visit http://www.dragondoor.com/b37.html now 56
57 T H E P U R P O S E F U L P R I M I T I V E Back in the late eighties I ended up taking a job in Bridgeport, Connecticut. Anyone from Connecticut knows Bridgeport was one rough freaking place. Incongruously a yacht club had sprung up next to a waste recycling plant in the heart of Bridgeport, right next to a notorious ghetto housing project. My friend Bobby relocated to Connecticut to take a job working for his brother’s import/export firm. He asked me to help crew his 28 foot, twinscrew Sea Ray from Deal, Maryland to its new home at the Bridgeport Marina. It was a terrific trip and as it turned out, it was a ploy by the brothers to lure me into taking a job with their firm. They enticed me by paying me way more than I was worth to do way less than I was capable of. On the first day at the new job Bobby walked into my office. I was nervously unpacking my stuff and trying to get my bearings. “You look tense—let’s go get a drink!” This was 10am on Monday. But hey what the hell, he was my new boss. “Meet the new boss—not the same as the old boss.” We drove to the Bridgeport Marina in his new red Corvette. We arrived and parked. We walked towards the brand new complex of shops that lined a mini-boardwalk. The shops and boardwalk bordered a long line of docks that housed hundreds of boats. Suddenly a smell, make that a stench, hit me. It was putrid and overpowering. “Bobby, what in the hell is that godawful smell?” Bobby, a rail-thin bon vivant with a wicked Jack Nicholson smile, gestured towards a sewage reprocessing plant next to the marina; it loomed like a building in Blade Runner. “That smell is the reason the son-of-a-bitches that built this marina bought the property for so freaking cheap!” He laughed. The shops and bars that lined the boardwalk were shiny, new and impressive. He led me to the centerpiece building, a massive bar/restaurant. We went inside and it was impressive: a huge replica of the Titanic hung over a four sided bar. Since it was 11am, Bobby ordered us a brace of Bloody Marys. The place was packed. “Welcome to your first day of work!” We clinked glasses and surveyed the decadence. I munched on the celery stalk and noted how strong and properly peppery the Bloody Mary was. I was mystified. The bar was full, the crowd boisterous and it was all happening at such an early hour. I asked semi-rhetorically, “What in the hell are all these people doing here at 11am on a Monday morning? Why are they getting crocked at a beautiful bar located in place that smells like shit?” I was serious. Bob ogled the attractive women. “We could be back at work doing something mindless. Besides I thought you were a writer. Didn’t you ever read The Great Gatsby? We are hanging out with the idle elite. Egg Harbor is just a hop skip and jump down the road. These are the chuckleheaded parasitical offspring of Tom and Daisy Buchanan. This is the local aristocracy shaking off the effects of their fabulous weekend and starting the new week off on just the right foot. Everyone’s having a few belts before firing up their boats and heading out to sunbathe. C’mon! Get in stride and go with the flow!” He leered at a passing For complete information on Marty Gallagher’s The Purposeful Primitive, or to purchase the physical book, visit http://www.dragondoor.com/b37.html now
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