Gotta love (or least really like it a lot, idk) the constant (and completely plethora..., maybe not to him but still a very high overuse) in every single response (over five words or less) that EFS (Eric) does with the parenthesis thing (you know, the "( )" symbols). You know he is getting serious (more serious that usual) in conjuring up additional little tidbits (add ons) to supplement his stories with (in an effort to make it more believable, even though he can't seem to recall the facts in the parenthesis very accurately himself) but still it is in PARENTHESIS...
I can just imagine every time he hits that first "(" key to start off a parenthesis statement, he scrunches his neck down, leans forward towards the computer screen, lowers his voice and says what he is typing in a low conspirator whisper...
having a just-filtered 20cc bottle of 150mg/ml tren fall out of my bag and shattered on the sidewalk right in front of the storefront police station that was next door to my supplement store and having two cops walk out as i'm standing there looking at it in disbelief Undecided shitty way to start that morning.
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getting off the trolley from Tijuana after smuggling my first 'cycle' of test amp's and realizing I don't know where to buy syringes... and walking around downtown san diego for Rite-Aides that carried syringes. I was 16.
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getting busted at the border a week later with a bottle of Clomid (the old pink skittles) and 15 3cc 21ga pins in my back pockets and playing dumb with customs "uh, I found them on the ground... figured they shouldn't go to waste...my pockets were full, that's why I put the clomid in my underware
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getting robbed at gunpoint in a Tijuana restroom by a security guard after he caught me loading a syringe 2 months later. cop "we go to jail". me "ok, lets go. i'm only 17 you can't arrest me.. they're just gonna bring me back to the border. now get that gun out of my face before I beat you with it"... then with my pants around my knees he searches my wallet for my ID (which he couldn't read) and takes $20. and he gave me back my syringe and the unopened amp of Sten (there were two in a box.. fucker tossed the one I was loading)
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picking up Klonopin for a friend one Friday night while in Tijuana for some Deca redi-jects and deciding to take a couple (2mg ea), after a margarita (I never drank), I didn't feel anything so I took a couple more (total of 8mg), next thing I know i'm sitting in a strip club with a stripper waving her hands in my face asking if i'm ok.. with a full bottle of warm Dos Equis on the table... then walking back to the border at 1am from Revolution and having no recollection of how I drove home or parralle parked my car at the end of the cul-de-sac the next morning..... then relaying the story to the guy I smuggled them for and him shitting a brick when I said I took 4-6 tabs plus a couple margaritas and a couple shots (I only had hundreds and the bar didn't want to break one for one drink. lol.. so I had a few and left a nice tip)..... what a mess.
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doing a shot in my delt at the counter of the pharmacy and pulling out the needle right in front of an elderly couple buying Viagra and cholesterol meds, and having blood shoot out like a garden hose and me realizing i'd put an 18ga in my delt... and the horrified look on their faces when I laughed.
dropped off some orders at the pharm in TJ and had some time to kill while they were boxed up, so I figure i'd head over and hang out at a strip club (it was 11am on a sunday... sounded better than eating shrimp lobster and watching tourists in the hot sun), so I head out completely forgetting I put a bag of 90 proviron's in my pocket.
so I head down to the club where an ex-gf dances and I hang out for a while drinking cokes and puff on a big fat Davidoff Churchill... then a girl with thick thighs and big tits catches my eye.. so she comes over and sits on my lap and asks if I want a dance.. I say no (I've never paid for a dance... let alone given a stripper even a dollar... unless I dated them). she doesn't seem too concerned and hangs out with me for an hour ordering me free cokes and telling me how pretty my blue eyes are and squeezing my shoulders... after a while my legs were getting tired from this bitch sitting on my lap for an hour and I say I gotta go, so she gets up and I go piss and leave a $10 on the table for the drinks.
as i'm walking out she kisses me on the cheek and says 'bye'... which I thought was 'odd'.. maybe she recognized me with Alba (an ex gf who danced there)... maybe she was trying to make Alba jealous or something... whatever... so as soon as I walk out on the street I have 3 "cops" with pistols in my face and push me up against the wall and go into my pockets and pull out the bag, they look at it for 2 seconds and put it back in my pocket and turn me around and zip-tie my hands in front of me and lead me to a white truck with a topper on back with a couple doors on it (a 'paddy-wagon' truck). I ask them 'what the fuck do you cocksucking guys think youre doing?' and start to cause a scene to get other tourists attention. They say "we go to jail", I figure 'fine.. lets go. the naval base MP's will come through the jail tonight or tomorrow morning and get me out anyways along with the 18yr old military guys who got arrested that weekend.... so I hop in the back of the truck.. they still hadn't really "searched" me, didn't even take my wallet. So we drive for 2 mins and stop... the door pops up and I figure we're at the jail already.... nope.... we're at the ATM... so now they want me to get some cash... it's in peso's I hoped, because I didn't want to withdraw $4000 for these scumbags or whatever it was.. I had to withdraw cash twice, since I guess the first one wasn't enough.. I go to hand this weasel-faced inbred Mexican cop the money and he doesn't want it... instead they put me back in the truck...by this time I dunno what the fuck is going on... maybe we gotta go to another ATM.... well 2 mins later we stop again and they open the door and I get out and we're in some fucken alley... well this must be the jail now... nope... we're at the currency exchanger. lol... so I gotta give them the pesos and get American dollars... and give them the dollars... they just wanted the big bills.. no ones or change. lol.. I think the whole thing came out to like $45... they cut the zip-ties and go in their truck and left me standing there in the alley. I had to get a Taxi Libre back to the pharmacy where my biz partner thought the whole thing was the funniest thing he'd heard all week. dollars to doughnuts the 'cop' had no idea what the Proviron pills were, and probably didn't care.... and i'm pretty sure that stripper bitch set me up... must've felt the bag of pills in my pocket. stupid part was I wasn't even bringing them back myself, i'd just put'em in my pocket by accident. lol