Badass post, like many of the others have said, I have learned the hard way as well. In high school I always hung out with the older crowd some had graduated and some were even 10years older than me. I started about 17 years old with just about 250mgs of sustanon every week trying to get ready for the upcoming football season. I was 6'5" 185lbs when I started. Never put on much mass but I got way more explosive and aggressive. I fell in love with the feeling of injections. A year or so past I did a couple more little cycles encluding winni, eq, etc w/o any pct. which is very stupid but I didn't have no good lead or anyone putting sense into my head I just wanted to be bigger than the average person. Freshman year of college rolled around and I started working at a gym. I had been off everything for a good year. And I got the urge for more boost. I was the weighing 215, I had never dropped back down to 185 but I ate good and stayed hard at it in the gym. Didn't have near as much strength though. I got back in touch with some old buddies and my journey started again. Ran some straight testE250 500 mg a week for about a month or two, ate a lot. I was getting strength back, and was trying to hop on any piece of a** I seen. Took off for about a month. Then wanted some more, I was addicted it felt like but all my buddies could get at the time was tren. So like a dumba** I ran straight tren for a month. Still going strong I was real impressed with myself. People would ask me to train them, & give them advice everyday I was at work. Finally about 2 or 3 months pass by and the hook up was gtg I got a cycle then. I ran testE250 1000mgs a week with 200mg of tren can't remember what kind and some anadrol as a pre workout, and ate dbol like candy, I was a monster after 8 weeks I was 6'5" 270lbs with like 7-10% body fat. Wearing 34s in pants. Couldn't wear pants bc my legs were too big to be comfortable. I was never an ab guy so I didn't work my core much and didn't try to cut, I was all about bulking, but I had definition and you could see my abs, it was like I didn't have to work so hard to stay cut so I built up to be the biggest and strongest I could. My plans were to take time off a cycle. And get back at it a couple months down the road but I ended up getting news I was going to be a father. Being 21 years old, minimum wage job still living at home with a kid on the way had my mind going all different directions, I just knew my bodybuilding dreams were over. So I started hanging with the wrong crowd again but it wasnt buddies who went to the gym it was drug addicts I got addicted to meth and lost everything. By the time January 2014 rolled around I was 22 6'5" 211lbs. I finally got my shit together and tried to become a family man. I started back to training hard 5-6 days a week. Shot up 240 in two weeks just from eating right and lifting hard. And of course staying off dope. I stalled out at 240-250 for about a year or so. I got ahold of some sustanon and testE250 and was back to taking just 500mgs a week. And took a pro hormone with it and got back to my size I loved. Now I'm 24 haven't done anything in a little under 2 years. I struggle day to day with strength, sex drive, energy. I am a lot fatter, weighing 265. I still lift as much as I can but I work in the oil field so I work long hours and different shifts. I can't get rid of fat around my nipples from suffering with gyno, I never once did any kind of pct. at the age I am now I should still be able to just think about sex and get an erection but I have to get prescribed medications just to have sex. For you younger guys in high school or in college please do research. I promise you I beat myself up everyday over the dumba** decisions I have made. Enjoy life and take it slow, you will grow naturally it just takes time(years). A house is built from the foundation up build your bodies foundation first. Sorry for such a long post but I have experienced the young and dumb life style. I'm still young but do not feel like it. It was a lesson learned and I will spread this word until I kick over the bucket.
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