Oil and playing the mass game really screwed up his physique
If I had a penny for every bodybuilder I helped, directly or indirectly, I am sure I’d be your boss, respectively; I wouldn’t have to work anymore. The unfair matter about this is that I get calls at my home from all over the world and all kinds of very well known top pros. At the FIBO, they are all friendly but try to keep a certain distance from me. Behind closed doors, some would kiss my feet, literally. But, no one would like to be seen with me. The only guy who ever was really nice to me in public, at the FIBO in Essen, was Ken “Flex” Wheeler. When he saw me standing in front of him, he pulled over a second chair and I was sitting at the booth of his sponsor with him. I’ll never forget this. Ken’s got some real backbone-- a real “MAN”. When I go to Gold’s in Venice, it always spreads like wildfire and everybody is my friend all of a sudden. But, around contest time, I am a strict No-No for the same people.
