Camo Hat Revisited

Camo Hat, confused and afraid, watched as Armani tackled his father to the cement floor. He stood and stared as the two fought in the columns of hanging meat. There was nothing he could do, he was small and weak, and most importantly frozen with fear. Armani had Giorgio pinned.
"My business is nothing because of your family...I hope you enjoyed your sons birthday because that was the last one you will ever see," screamed Armani.

Armani stood up, stared into Camo Hat's eyes and a small smirk came across his face.
"Your father made a big missed steak..."

At this point in time, positioned above Giorgio was a fresh cow carcass. Giorgio had killed it the other day and was preparing it for his son's high school graduation feast. Armani looked it up and down, hit the chain, and watched with joy as the carcass slammed down on Armani. He turned, and walked out the door. The deed was done. Camo Hat rushed to his father's side desperately trying to get the meat off his father, but to no avail.

He grabbed hold of the chains and tried to deadlift the meat of his dying dad, but he was too weak and small and the carcass didn't budge. Giorgio knew this was his last moment with his son so he pulled him close.
"Son...I leave you this business. Take care of the family...and take care of the meats" His last breath was accompanied by a gift. In his trembling hand, Giogrio presented Camo Hat with a camo hat, hence the name. Camo Hat dawned his new gift from his dying father and made a vow. As he wiped the tears from his eyes he knew what needed to be done. He could have saved his father if only he had been strong enough. He needed to dedicate himself to the art of lifting weights so nothing like this would ever happen again.

This is how Camo Hat came to be. Everyday he enters the FAC dawning the very camo hat his father had given to him after being crushed by a cow carcass. Every lift is for his father. Every grunt, every scream...every slam. He pretends each lift is the cow carcass, he resents himself for not being able to lift that everyday. Who am I to blame him for making a huge scene everyday in the gym. He dedicates each workout to Giorgio.

While moving, I still feel as though the screaming and slamming should come to an end. One of these days he will be too confident, lift too much weight, and be crushed just like his father was. Except instead of a cow carcass, it will be made of steel.