Dear Wes never forget
Forget what?
Your taper is non-existent, your pecs and lats are asymmetrical and terribly undeveloped for your weight and your right upper arm is torn to confetti -- and you're not displaying your stilts, err, "legs."
Mate, you're gH lean with one decent, even good, biceps, good forearms coupled with a giant head and hands to match. That's not an aesthetic look. You denigrate Wes, but his resume speaks for itself. You'd never place ahead of him in a show; and kid yourself all you might but, by your own admission, you've been about 225 for *twenty fucking years*. Thus, even IF you could miraculously gain 30 pounds of lean mass (which ain't gonna happen), you'd probably look even worse -- and given how you say you puke all of the time and shit so much blood, you should forget about chasing that windmill before it kills you.
Insofar as your recent squat video is concerned, you were not a mile high, no. But you didn't break parallel, either, so I wouldn't consider that anything significant.
Eh, I shouldn't have said that :/. You're clearly suffering from a midlife crisis. We are the same age, and I've seen it countless times over with my contemporaries. You're sense of purpose is wrapped up in how others regard you, particularly vis-a-vis your build and your abilities as a father.
For junior's sake, forget about Getbig. Forget about this Sisyphian quest to be bigger than the next guy. Go enjoy life and recognize you, and only you, determine your ultimate happiness.
That's all I'll say about that.
