Ya know, people stop me all the time on the street, in the grocery store, at my AA meetings, and at the day care center and ask me questions like..."Hey Goth, what's it like being a rich, handsome mother fucker?"....."Hey Goth, what's it like being married to an ex porn star?"....."Hey Goth, what's it like being a double amputee with the world's first prosthetic 20" arms?"
But the question I seem to get on the street most often these days from random strangers is..."Hey Goth, what's it like being the number one supplier on eroids?" Of course when I tell them that I'm not the number one supplier on eroids (yet), they always seem to come back with..."Well that's not what I heard."......or....."That's not what they said on SportsCenter."
So to address some of your curiosity, I've decided give you a glimpse into the shady underworld of eroids suppliers and what we encounter in a typical day.

8:00 A.M.----BREAKFAST WITH POLICE CHIEF. We discuss my contribution to the local DARE program and take orders for any officers who may be low on Gear, Viagra, or cocaine.

11:00 A.M.----TRAINING WITH GRRL AND HER FRIENDS FROM THE STRIP CLUB. This often involves a Stairmaster and rubber bands, and the cool down is fantastic.

1:00 P.M.-----RAW MATERIALS ARRIVE AT OUR PROCESSING PLANT. Once the semis are unloaded, we move the pallets with fork lifts to the main warehouse for inventory.

2:00 P.M.-----AUTOGRAPH SESSION WITH UNNAMED PROFESSIONAL ATHLETES AND/OR CELEBRITIES. I usually charge them $25 each, unless Snoop Dog is in town. He's always got some bomb-ass weed.

5:00 P.M.----BREW TIME!!. This is where shit gets serious. 2nd shift is by far the most productive out of the three, and it's incredible to watch these guys work.

10:00 P.M.----This is the time of day when I like to go into my walk-in vault at home and count all my gear. It's a very soul-cleansing, happy time for me. A time when I can give thanks for everything.....and a time when I can pin THE FUCK out of some gear with my 60ML syringe, and nobody can say stupid shit like ..."Honey, do you really think you should shoot that much?"......or....."Baby!!! Please!!! Let me call 911."

MIDNIGHT----OFF TO BED. It's not easy wondering where Grrl is and what she's doing, and who she's with (ED you bastard) but the oxys help make it better.