I've been running a cycle lately specifically for aggression. I don't want to tell you my reasoning, but It was suggested to me by a good friend who has witnessed first-hand the abuse that I take from my girlfriend. She's a rather large girl 350+ lbs, and consequently a heavy Trenbolone/Cheque Drops user. I was raised to never hit a woman so I don't. I'm extremely limited to using choke holds and that only works part of the time.
At any rate, my aggression cycle consists of a Short Ester Testosterone base combined with Tren, Cheque drops, Halo, and Cheap Vodka. It has helped tremendously in the home, my bruises are healing and the sex has been nothing but dirty phenominal. However I am seeing problems outside the home as I try to control my temper in normal public settings.
Just yesterday, I rode my rusty red Huffy 10 speed to the local Wal-Mart to purchase some fire ass Body Fortress Protein powder. (Yes, I don't drive due to a DUI, and my girl won't allow it until I start bringing home at least minimum wage at from the Taco Bell that I work at.) I digress.... Back to my story.
So I'm walking into Walmart and out of no where this 250 lb Cletus walks by me and says "Hi." The nerve of that bastard to tell me "Hi." like I'm his friend. That cracker doesn't know me! So I turn around and without saying a word, punch this guy right in the back of the head. It sounded like a watermelon getting hit by a baseball bat. He drops to the ground like a ton of shit while his lady starts screaming "Call the Cops!" "Call the cops!" I run over to her, and instinctively grab her by the throat in a move that my Jeet Kun Do sensai calls the "Dragon Claw" until I realize that her perfume reminds me of my mother. I let go out of guilt, wiped a tear from my eye and head back to her man. So I pick the guy up, he's still out of course and stuff him into the child seat of the shopping cart (The Buggy for my redneck friends). I don't know how he fit into that thing but he did and he looked damn funny. A grown man with his legs stuffed into the baby seat, big ass legs dangling. Looking down at his shoes, I noticed he was wearing penny loafers. I hadn't seen a pair of them in years. It was hard to stay mad so I grabbed the cart handle and started pushing that cart as fast as I could. I think I had that bastard up to at least 15 mph before I lauched the cart into his 1976 Ford Torino. It was like a really messed up episode of Jackass. Fearing the cops, I jumped onto my Huffy and drove my bike back to my trailer court, only to get my ass kicked by my old lady who wanted her damn body fortress protein powder.

I'm sure that I'm not the only one here who deals with anger issues while on cycle. What do you do to control your temper? If we all turn into assholes like me we continue to keep a dark cloud over the sport. So feel free to share how you channel your aggressions. I'd love to hear.
All my love no homo,
Ed