I really don’t feel much different. Fuck it, much more aggressive. But doesn’t everyone. Damn, those things are so addictive. It’s intense.
When my gym buddy Bryce sold me my first cycle I started stealing money from my mom. When she accused me I’d just yell at her.
I got really aggressive with my girlfriend and one nite I picked her cute little ass up and slammed her down on the bed hard. She asked me what was wrong with me and I said “nothings wrong with me. What’s wrong with you?”
Later that night when I was out with her some punk started shit-talking me. I got in his face and said for no reason “what, you think I need steroids to kick your ass?” My girl tried to pull me away but I turned and sucker-punched that guy. And just kept wailing on him. I got 4 good bitch punches in before my girl tried to pull me away. I flung her and yelled “get off me bitch” and started kicking the punk after he collapsed to the ground. Just kept kicking him and kicking him while asking “who’s the man now, huh” each kick.
I told my gym friend Bryce that I’m just stressed out and the dick refused to sell me anymore roids. I begged and groveled. I probably would have sucked his dick for more drugs. He just kept saying he couldn’t help me. He said I was “fired” whatever that means.
Then when I got home I caught my girlfriend rooting around in my room. The bitch had found my stash. I yelled “give me that” and I just ripped it the fuck out of her hands. She asked me what it was and I said it was medicine for my ligaments. The bitch doubted me and I told her it wasn’t any of her business, it’s my medicine and it’s under control. She wasn’t buying it though and accused me of acting like a maniac.
I was calm at first and admitted that I got in a little bit over my head but everything is taken care of. I closed my bedroom door so that we could talk. She said that I looked like I was going to kill that guy and she wanted me to get help. I told her no. And then warned her if she told anyone about this I was going to get very upset. The bitch got mouthy with me which made me very mad. I threatened to kill her if she told anyone. And then I smacked that bitch fucking HARD enough to knock her to the floor. I picked her up and slammed her against the wall.
God, I was fucking pissed. I slammed my hand against the wall and then flipped the fuck out. I just started yelling “Arhhhhhh” and threw a boot at a mirror, breaking it. But my girlfriend got away and my shoulder injury acted up again so clutching my shoulder I yelled “Arghhhh” again.
I NEEDED my fucking roids so bad! I got to my stash box and dry-swallowed 8-10 winnies straight from the bottle. And then I stood up and felt like smashing a chair for no reason. I started yelling and trashing my room I was so fucking mad. I spun around in circles yelling “arhhhhh” and knocked all the childhood participation trophies off of my dresser. I punched the wall again and fucking bumped my injured shoulder.
The pain felt good so I rammed my shoulder into the door jam over and over, just like I did with the blocking sled at football. God it felt GREAT. I dropped to the floor and just kept banging my shoulder into the floor for no fucking reason. And when it was all done, I laid there in a heap of exhaustion and started to sob. I repeated “help” a couple times.
It was so fucked up. I wrote a screenplay that was made into a PSA in 1994. I picked a young Ben Affleck to play me because I’m ugly as fuck. HBO and Lifetime played my story.
Don’t do steroids guys. I’m paying for my mistakes and will continue paying for the rest of my life.