Hi. My name is Tanner, and I used to have a pancake ass.
One cold morning, because Georgia is in the South but likes to act like it’s in the North sometimes, around 5:15am or so I walked into my locker room. My gym is what one would call a “health club” that resembles Globo Gym from the movie Dodgeball. We’ve got a TV in the locker room, comfy chairs, sauna, showers. The works.
I walk in, gym bag slung over my shoulders and about ready to start my long day of training when out of the corner of my eye I catch a naked man walking by. Now, this is nothing new in my gym. It seems as we get older our proclivity for walking around naked in public increases. Or we don’t give a damn. Something was shocking about this particular birthday suited fellow. He had no ass. A nonexistent ass. One in which a slight protrusion couldn’t even be detected.