Just read about the death of Derek. We were the same age, 32. It's truly amazing I even reached this age. I've had so made close encounters with death god or some higher power must be watching me.
At 19 me and buddy tagteamed two hoes and got pissdrunk (we shared a 60% vodka bottle). No cars were to be seen and my friend got pretty excited...last thing i remember we drove at about 180 km/h.He lost control over the car and hit something about the hight as a sidewalk in the middle of the road, that is put there so make a clear splt between the left and right side of the road. The car spinned around five times and landed on the side, all windows totallt smashed. We jumped out of the car and whole thing was totally reaking of smoke. We ran home to the guy who had some weed and he gave as matchstickbox full of it...well we needed it at that point! Noone of us even got hurt, thank god we had safetybelts on...but still...
When I lived in Spain I sold steroids and pharmaceuticals from a pharmacy and sent it to EU countries. At that time you did'nt need a script for anything! Me and my then girlfriend operated this thing ourself. However we managed to do about 500E aday for one month. Did'nt take long before the spanish maffia found out about it. They drove me out in the desert forced me on my knees, hands behind had and one guy pointing a gun to me forehead, another standing a feet or so away; When I heard them banging my door I popped 5 xanax. I think that saved my life. 5 minutes later thet drove which looked like the desert, and rightfully so! fuck i'm dead now...They kept screaming to eachother ''loco wacko! to mucho tranquilo!''...then they said...ok you crazy, lucky this time...but you deal more here you stay here! they actually drove me home and said...police will raid your house in 2 hours...take all your drugs, pack it, throw it away and take long walk...sell srugs for us cocaina, hasch...ok? never took that deal up
in 2009 I got very ill. Though I had the flue, my mother came over and said right away...you need to go to hospital at once! We went... right away they found out i got blood poisoning, but not really from what... 3 weeks staying there in incredible pain they found out I had to on 13 diff meds, by now that found out that i was suffering from pancreatititus... yhe whole time an did not get better until 2012. I am so happy I survived especially pancreatitus...went down from 200 pounds to 160...looked so unhealthy.
On monday I can start training serious again. Sure i've done a mont, two or three here and there...but have never got a clearance to do roids...insulin is a big nono for now cause that can fuck with my pancreas again. Orals have never been my thing either.
BB the sport of anabolic steroids
