Memoirs of a Steroid Kingpin, Episode 14: “Gene the Drug Dealer”

I heard a knock at the door. The only person I was expecting was Christy to drop off the dog, but she had walk-in privileges, and never knocked, so I was curious to see who this was. As I walked through the living room and kitchen, I rounded the corner into the laundry room where the back door was, and there stood Christy holding a white dog. The dog looked like a white fluff bomb, with a long hair type that was reminiscent of a Maltese. He didn’t look Maltese in other features, but I wondered if he wasn’t part Maltese.

As I opened the door to ask Christy “why did you knock?”, I noticed that Gene was next to her. “Gene!”, I exclaimed as I shook his hand. Gene and Christy had been friends for longer than I knew Christy. Gene led the way into my house as we exchanged pleasantries. He was always a happy-go-lucky type of person, who was always jovial and in a good mood. Christy put Max, the dog, down and I bent to pet him. He was a little mangy, as Christy had stated, from being in muddy water, but there was something adorable about him as well. Kip was being a spaz, and immediately attempted to play with Max. Christy assured me that he was very nice and mild-mannered dog. I monitored Max closely to make sure he would not bite Kip. He was very calm, as Christy had assured. It was hard to tell how old he was, and due to the mangy hair, I thought he was at least middle aged. I figured I would let him get used to his surroundings, and then I would give him a bath tomorrow.

“I am glad you are here; I was just going to text you. I have some clients who want 50mg Anavar, and our IP Chinese source is out right now. Do you have five-hundred I could buy from you?”, I asked Gene as soon as he walked in the door. I always liked to get right down to business. Gene moved to my kitchen table, and pulled two little Tupperware containers out of his coat pocket. One contained about one-hundred grams of coke, the other contained about one-hundred grams of crystal meth. He chopped a few lines of coke, rolled up a hundred-dollar bill, and snorted one of the lines. Good God, he had almost ten grand worth of drugs on him right here, for personal use! He offered me the bill, I raised my hand, politely declining, then he offered the bill to Christy, who tentatively took the bill and snorted a line. If this were a few years ago, hell, a few months ago, I would have ripped a line with these two and commenced a three-day bender. However, I was doing well with work, and my business; I didn’t want to screw it up with drugs.

“I am not sure if I have any of the 50mg pills left, but I know I have a bunch of the 10mg Anavar pills,” Gene finally responded. Anavar was a popular brand name for oxandrolone, for a lean muscle building oral steroid that does not promote water retention. People referred to any oxandrolone pills as Anavar, in the same way that everyone refers to every over-the-counter pain killer as Tylenol, instead of acetaminophen, which is the active ingredient in Tylenol. The brand name stuck, and everyone called the drug by the popular brand name. International Pharmaceuticals, the Chinese source that both Gene and I used, as far as I knew, was the first company to introduce 50mg Anavar pills. To optimize the performance enhancement effects, men needed to take around 50mg of Anavar, and hence, the 50mg pills became very popular. I couldn’t keep the 50mg Anavar in stock, and apparently, neither could Gene.

“The 10mg pills? Do you have a thousand of those? How much do you need for them?”

“You helped me with this source, so just give me what we pay for them. What do we get them for, thirty-five cents and piece? Let me make a call”, Gene said as he hit a few buttons and put the phone to his ear. “Do we have any of those 50mg Anavar left? I didn’t think so, send a thousand of the 10mg pills to – “, he put his fingers over the receiver and whispered “What is the address here?” Christy began to blurt out the address, then clapped a hand over her mouth, and I finished it for her. Gene repeated the address to the person he called, apparently an employee of his, and hung up the phone. “They will be here in a few days, just get me the money when they come in.”

I was awed. Most steroid dealers, in the world, would not be able to come up with a thousand pill order like that on the spot. Normally, an order like that would take time, you would have to pay up front, and wait weeks to a month to receive the order. Gene had such a massive business that he had guys working for him, and with a phone call, he had the order on its way. I had never seen anyone work like that. It was inspiring.

Next >> Episode 15 (Molly and Coke)

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