Just did my third shot of tren,feel like a one-man army,against 1000 men. Enough sweat to fill a 100 gallon bucket,da gym floor is slippery-people complaining-fuck it. I don;t care,i;m the one grinding my teeth to the gums,welcome to my nitemare. my quads got some deep bruising,but mind over matter is what i am choosing,my pops said son your a winner,and i will disown ya if you keep losing. He made me run miles,and lift a ton,,it was all about being number one. Today at da gym i felt him looking over my shoulder,i know it was him cuz the whole room got colder.. So i puffed up my chest,even though tired i hit my personal best,even though he is gone,it never stops him from giving me strentgh to pass any test,,nite-nite bro's and sisters...