And that Eric loser never trained anyone!!!! He was a laughing stock. People felt bad for him! He never lifted weights... just drugs and shooting oil into his body parts. Everyone knew, not because it was so obvious, but because he would go around and tell everyone! Fucked up kid! Personal trainer my ass. All he knows about is recreational drugs, because he's overdosed on everything. Even Advil when he could not get anything else. That was the last call I got from him years back. He always had weird issues going on. Some gay shit with his dad as well. I mean, he had no filter. Would tell the craziest shit, true or false to anyone who would listen. Like I said, we pretty much ran his ass out of San Diego years ago. He was about to get his ass kicked by quite a few people with that mouth of his. All of us serious bodybuilders down here could not stand his ass in the gym. Did nothing but talk shit! Never lifted a weight around us either. He had no muscle at all! Needless to say, he did not last long. It's sad he's back to being an idiot back on the boards. I would think that since he is older now he'd be wiser. Sad. He's nothing but a lier. Mark my words though, that guy will end up in jail again, or a fatal overdose. Just a matter of time. Wait and see! Cheers.
Bwahahaha... Comedy.
19yrs as a trainer. Personal training manager, head trainer, personal training coordinator, gym general manager, etc...
19+yrs.
Overdosing on "Advil"?? Bwahaha... I haven't taken an Advil since Tom Prince blamed Advil on his kidney problems in what? 01? Scott Markey would swallow Advil tablets bynthe handful, because Tom Prince was in FLEX magazine talking about how great it was for joint pain. *Tablets, because he believed the softgels weren't strong enough.
Unlike Scott, I could actually READ, and could do research and figure out Advil would turn your kidneys to unuseable rocks, resembling dead coral.
I trained with the dude, mostly because without me, he'd have no ride to work, or back home, or to the gym.
When I'd train solo and have conversations with fellas who Scott would talk about as his "friends", they'd throw their heads back and laugh (like the fella with the orange shoes, or Brad, or Moose, or Kelly, etc etc etc.... Could rattle off 2handfuls of.others as well), and they'd laugh "yea, everybody knows Scott", and laugh about him and.roll their eyes, as he was a well known junkie and predator, always looking for the next girl he could mooch off of. As he could never keep a job...
If it weren't for me being a nice guy, driving from Kearny Mesa all the way down to Pacific Beach to pick him up fromthe guy's house who he was staying at, sleeping on the couch and living out of a backpack with only one white collared shirt and one pair of black pants,... JUST ONE of each, along with a single black hat he would have wear backwards to hide his thinning balding scalp, I would get up a good 45 minutes to an hour earlier than I needed to, to drive down to Pacific Beach to pick this loser up and drive him all the way up to the store I managed so he would have a little bit of income.And then come closing time, I would drive him back down to Pacific Beach wear along the way to his little sofa, was World Gym Pacific Beach wear we'd train together before I would drop him back off at his little sofa. Some days I would be his sole transportation down to Mexico to pick up the new bane that he got me hooked on (as well as his girlfriends). before he met me this dipshit didn't know a goddamn thing about anabolics. He would run 200 to 400 mg of deca every week all year round and couldn't figure out why he couldn't get his dick hard without Viagra.
I recall one time driving down to Mexico with him and coming back across the border with a water bottle full of nubain oh, he was behind me and the border guard stops him and ask him a couple questions and points out that he has 13, 13 fucking restraining orders against him from various ex-girlfriends. Who the fuck has 13 fucking restraining orders against them? LOL he looks up at me like a deer in the fucking headlights likely hoping that I had my back turned and hadn't heard what the border guard customs agent said to him. Too late. I didn't want to embarrass the fuck oh, so I didn't say anything to him. But I wasn't fucking surprised because I was the one who had to go over and pick him up at midnight or whatever it was driving all the way from Kearny Mesa up to del Mar to pick him up at the apartment where his girlfriend, Tonya LeClaire, had kicked him out finally when he was drunk as shit off of wine, and drive him down to the little house he lived in sleeping on the couch of his blind accountant buddy.
You sure you wanna go into this Scotty?
I can go on, and on, and on about this for days... You KNOW this.
Get in touch with me.... Or Wesley.... You know I'm just getting started about you. This is just a preface, and there's 10 more chapters to go.
You want me to go on??
"Ran out of San Diego" bwahahaha..... I moved to LA dicksucker, remember that? Remember when Drea would call me complaining about you when I lived in Hollywood and you'd flip out and have a heart attack? Oh wait, the heart attack was after we moved back to San Diego.. hahaha.
Remember when I bailed you out when Drea called me up screaming about you cheating on her because there was a pink toothbrush and then you had to call back and have me explain to draya that I had a pink toothbrush that I left over at your place when I drove down from LA and stayed at your place before heading into Mexico the next morning to bring YoU back some Nubain? When you were cheating andreea, infecting other naive girls with your herpes. remember that? Bwahahaha you fucken 50yr old loser.
Remember you fucking bum, this is just a preface I got 10 more chapters I could tell about you.
Be in touch. I can't wait to tell the story about how you went back to some girl's house and where about to fuck her but you shit your pants and ran to her bathroom locked herself in and ran out the window and got your pants caught on her fence, qnd ran home naked from.the waist down.
... Can't wait to tell that story.
Can't wait to talk about how you would flip out and have a mini-stroke when you would get a nose bleed out of nowhere from all the coke you would sniff and drip blood on the sleeve of your one and only white collared shirt that you were allowed to wear at work because you couldn't afford to buy one of the red or white polo shirts that they required as dress code and you would run to the bathroom tripping and falling over yourself to wash the blood off the sleeve and off the chest of the shirt LOL. God forbid you dropped fifteen bucks on one of the polo shirts that the company would sell, that would cut into your drug addict budget.
Remember when your best friend Cameron and his girlfriend flew out to San Diego to visit you from Florida and you try to hit on Cameron's girlfriend and he knocked you the fuck out in the front lobby of World Gym in PB San Diego? Right in front of Brad and Moose and everybody else, and he split open your cheekbone like a jellyfish's pussy? You were even going to press charges you little sissy and you were all concerned and whining and crying about the cut would leave a scar. LOL bwahahahahaha.
Hahaha lifelong JUNKIE, hopping from one girlfriend to another, mooching off of them and their families and their credit cards until they would kick you out on the street and you would have to prostitute yourself at parties with gay guys in Hillcrest in order can get money to pay for your valium and nubain, and prostitute yourself and walk around men's houses naked in exchange for a couch to sleep on. lol.
Been in touch with Stein lately? lol
... I could go on and on and on and on and on and on buddy.
Keep it coming.
