This started as a story for entertainment purposes but i think if people can identify with some part of it, it might also be helpful.

I was the guy who shot up to 6 feet tall in sixth grade and never grew again. All 150 pounds of me could barely walk because my body hadnt caught up with its new size. They immediately put me at center position with the school basketball team even though i could barely dribble the ball. I mainly just stood in the middle, tried to keep from getting the whistle blown on me for forgetting to leave the paint, and trying not to get hit in the mouth again. I had my lips stamped into my braces more than once.

I think being skinny and awkward produced a frustrated kid. I resorted to being the funny guy which got me through high school although i found other ways to look "cool". By the time i finished high school i was a fully blown pot-head, ate mushrooms for days at a time, took ecstacy every weekend to the tune of 5-10 pills a night, started fucking with coke, drank every day... its a hell of a way to live.

I had a brief stint with steroids after 19. I figured id stop doing ANY drugs and started hitting the gym every day. My buddy would get his hands on a vial of WHATEVER and we would shoot it HOWEVER we could. Im not kidding, we had one 19gauge pin that we used over and over until it had rust on it... which i just wiped off with alcohol. I shot Test E every five days, sometimes 2 or 3 ccs at a time. I also shot Test P every five days once. Funny how that didnt work. I ate some dbol, i shot some winny once, i had a 3ml bottle of deca once that i took in one shot. Let me tell you something, nevermind the fact that my dealer never told me how to use the shit properly- IF YOU SELL TO HIGH SCHOOL KIDS THEN YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT. I could have ended up a lot worse. Im surprised i didnt ruin my natty levels at all but i know i fell into a HUGE depression for a while when i ran out.

My buddy moved and i had no hook up. The depression turned me right back to coke and alcohol. Im not talking about weekend use, im talking about sell your personal belongings type behavior. I moved to the city after that to get away from my playground and some debt i had. It followed me. I once got drunk and went out looking for coke (which was sold on the street corner in the new town) and i got stuck with crack. Im drunk and i just spent my last 40 bucks so im not going to waste it. Crack became my new god, my new devil, my new life. I woke up to see my room mates and GF go to school and work, then i either sold something i owned, stole from a store and sold, broke into a house stole, scammed, WHATEVER i could to get crack money. (Never sucked dick so ED, Yoked and a few others can just forget about it). I literally ended up on the streets. Used to hide in dumpsters so i could smoke crack and hide from the invisible police. I got beat up, shoes stolen, guns shoved in my face, the whole nine yards. I lost a wife, cars, house, job, family, friends, toys, everything. To make things more interesting, when i finally ended up in my sixth rehab center i discovered heroin. HOLY SHIT. You wanna see a grown man brought to his knees?

When i overdosed the last time i had an out of body experience that woke me up. Still cant talk about it to this day but it was enough for me to change. I got clean on my own, moved to another state, started another life and never looked back. Clearly im a man who needs his vices. Thank GOD for eroids or I dont know what id be doing. This may sound bad to some people BUT what you have to consider is that vices with limitations and moderation can be achieved. If I didnt have eroids i would still have steroids but would be shooting up like it was going out of style. This site and all you wonderful imaginary people have taught me discipline. Theyve taught me about being well-rounded. Steroids doesnt make you bigger, working out and food does. Im not naming names because this isnt a dick sucking write-up but you know who you are. READ and LISTEN and FOLLOW the senior members. They can save your health.

Turns out, to change i needed to identify this huge hole in my life and fill it up with SOMETHING. (Again, all you testy homos just calm down, not that kind of hole and NO you cant fill it). Like i said, it started out as a personal story but turned into an eroids triumph. You younger guys are hopefully reading this and taking away from it that STEROIDS IS NOT THE WHOLE ANSWER. Its only part of the game that you add once you have everything else in check. Diet, routine, discipline, patience, focus. Now im 32, healthy, married (again), trucks, house, dogs, American Dream- check. Personal choices had a lot to do with it, but exercise and diet saved my life and a big chunk of that thanks goes to eroids. Im much bigger now, but theres a skinny, pissed off, drug addicted kid inside me that i fight every day to keep inside. Only part of him you can still see is the wrists and ankles. They tell the story