Never met a steroid dealer that didn't deal in a laundry list of crap from meth, cocaine, pain killers, syringes and everything else. Imagine buying a couple of vials and syringes from the trunk of your gym guy and he has you on his computer list as a costumer? After they kick in his door in the middle of the night and throw him to the floor handcuffing him they go through his stuff. In his computer or hand written note book is your name along with the rest of his clients. They might even have you on surveillance tape. That guy who stood next you asking your connection about steroids was a undercover cop. Now your UPS orders of shit is also intercepted. They put your face in the local paper. Your attorney wants to charge you a fortune and your folks refuse to second mortgage the house. You get a public defender who really doesn't give a crap about you. In the end you figure out a plea deal. Now every potential job that runs back ground check on you suddenly finds a reason why they went with the other guy. You can't buy a firearm, get licenses for certain trades, and when you get pulled over the cop gets a red flag on his computer. But hey the muscle compliments are worth it when you're on the juice. Off the juice the compliments go away.
