story...
Well... I started juicing when I was 16. I was taking the little blue methandrostenolone tabs from Germany that were going around at the time.
I started competing in the Colorado High School contest when I was 16.
During my teen years, this guy in his early 20s would get juice for some of us.
When I was 19, I was a top teen, but my boss owned a couple of gyms and found out I was involved with gear and fired me. So I dropped out of my upcoming contests. I had just taken 2nd in an AAU event in the men's middleweight (up to 185 if I remember correctly) to a guy who would go on to become a very well known state level bodybuilder who was like 10 years older than me.
When I was 19, I was taking 6 different drugs at once. I was doing TestP site injections due to John Parrillo's muscle fascia planing theories. I thought that the swelling from TestP would stretch the fascia like a balloon. The first time, I took 2 ccs in my left triceps. I thought I was gonna have to get my arm amputated it hurt so bad for so long.
I also used an insulin needle in my chest... can't remember the drug, but it ended up being too short of a needle and it went subcutaneous. LOL... Talk about BURNING... and it lasted forever. It wasn't winstrol or suspension, either. It was oil based. It burned like HELL!
One of my good buddies in that contest became a top National Level bodybuilder. He died in February from an accidental pain killer overdose from a car accident.
So... I lost my job and was actually working as a security guard and we would drive down to Juarez and put the stuff into our messy car. We didn't get searched.
The final time, I went with a buddy who was an auto mechanic and we actually hid the juice in engine compartments.
We were just doing it to basically get our gear for free.
So... going back a little bit... This guy that was selling me stuff when I was 16-18 had disappeared. He called a buddy of mine and said he worked in Alaska now and wanted to get some juice. I got the referral. He said he would be in Denver soon. I met him and sold him like $500 worth of stuff from Mexico. Barely any markup. Was just helping some buddies and maybe getting a little bit for free.
Then a couple weeks later... He wanted some more... Another $500 buy.
Then another week or so later and he wanted to do a much bigger buy. He said that all of his friends from Alaska wanted some. They also wanted some Valium and Vicodin if we could get it. I never had any interest in recreational drugs, so we didn't even look for it.
That particular trip, the one in which we hid everything in the engine compartments, we MOSTLY got HCG and Nolvadex... lol...
But this time, he didn't show up for the buy. But something like 20 combined DEA agents and local PD were there. I got out of the car of the friend who drove me and I was immediately surrounded at gunpoint.
They took us to the station and booked us. They wanted us to set people up. My buddy did. I didn't. I took a full year and they sent a letter to my mom's house telling me that I was being charged and that I needed to appear in Court.
I proceeded Pro se. I put a lot of work into what I would say to the judge. I ended up with 5 years of probation and 60 days of work release. I did 30 in the work release facility. My buddy didn't get charged. The guy that he set up got charged and actually got like a year or two. He had a lawyer, too!
I lucked out, but I'm a felon.
They say that the guy who set me up committed suicide a few years later.
Anyway... I've probably left out some details you might like to know. It's an open book, so feel free to ask any questions.
T
