For other uses of Jim, see Jim (disambiguation).
Jim’s Gym - Mentioned in Visions in Death. A hole in the wall gym down a dingy flight of stairs and through a muscular iron door, it was where John Blue worked out (he had been a member for ten years). It was located downtown, near Total Crafts, and was men-only. Eve thought “it smelled male, but not in a flattering sense. It was the kind of odor that hit you dead center of the face, like a fist wrapped in a sweaty jock strap.” Paint was peeling from the industrial gray walls, there were rusty splotches in the ceiling from water damage, and the grimy beige floor was so soaked with sweat and blood that the fumes of both rose up like fetid fog. Crack called it a shithole.
The equipment was elemental - weights and bars, heavy and speed bags, a few clunky machines that looked to be manufactured in the last century. All the men Eve saw were stripped down to baggy gray sweatpants and and shirts with the arms ripped off; Eve thought it was like a uniform, with the only thing missing being the words “Bad Ass” emblazoned over the chest. She bench pressed her weight after a man doing the same told her “Guy can’t bench his weight, he’s a girl.” Peabody noted that she couldn’t bench her weight yet and Eve advised her to practice.
The owner, Jim, was 5’8” and on the shady side of 50. His nose had been broken many times and he had a silver tooth. He told Eve that female cops were worse than regular females, that a “man oughta be able to do what he wants to do in his own place and not have some female cop come around telling him he has to cater to women.” Since he didn’t hold with rape, which was worse than killing, he gave Eve his membership list.[1]
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- ↑ Visions in Death, Chapter 12