Tren does give you horrific sides. But only at high dosages over long periods. You wannabe a bodybuilder? Everyone wants it.. Wanna be a freak? Want to be a freak? You're in luck. I'm drunk and going totell you but let's face it. You don't really want this do you? Want to be a FREAK? Really? Want the girls dropping their jaw when you walk in the room?Want the guys saying WTF when they see you? Want her down on her knees in frontof you telling you how hot your abs look before she takes you in her mouth? Really? Yeah, most guys do but they don't want to work for it. Faceit. Most guys are lazy, don't want to sacrifice and can't eat strict for aweek. I'm not going to bullshit you guys in this thread. I will lay it all outbut the truth is we don't really want it bad enough. We say we do until we are45 minutes into our tenth cardio session that week. WE say it until our muscleshurt so bad there are tears in our eyes and we give up. We want it until wehave to eat fish for the 4th time that day...I say I want it but I fucking lovebeer more, so I drink...I say I want to be a FREAK but I don't want to work forit. I'm 10 weeks into a blast and my will feels broken...I can't go on, or canI??? Do I really want this life? No time but time to train. Time to cook, Timeto grocery shop, Time to tan. Fuck!!! Not fish and shakes again...FUCK my life. I walk past the mirror and catch a glimpse. MY oblique’s arechiseled. My veins look like spider webs all over my body. I catch her lookingat me at work, at the store, at the gym. Guys ask me what I'm on. I can't takeit. i'm on a FUCKING starvation diet and a shit load of cardio but that's notwhat they want to hear. They want to hear what drugs to take...You PM me everyfucking day. Same questions over and over. ITS NOT THE DRUGS DUMMY!!! Or isit??? Yes and no. Can you take the sides? Really??? 2 fucking weeks from now you will PM me againwhining. I can't sleep. I can't eat like this. I can't do that much cardio. Ican't. I can't... THEN STOP PM'ing ME!!!! I can't help you. You don't fuckingwant this! Just admit it! You don't fucking want this. Its hard. It hurts. Youhave no social life. You are in the gym when your buddies are drinking beer.You are doing cardio when guys are lying on the couch. You spend your last $50on protein powder and a bottle of prop. I know all this because I am you. Iwant it for 2-3 months then I give up. Fuck 10 sessions of cardio a week. Fuckeating fish. Fuck taking pills so I can sleep from all the insomnia from the TREN. It’s ok. Get some sleep. Wake up and pin. Fuck I love topin. Push in more oil. I love it. My lunches are packed. Off to work. Trainafter work. Get the pump. Here they come. What are you on??? Not this again...I'm on a crazy train. Fuck my life but fuck I look good and I can lift a shitload of weight. Go ahead, fuck with me. I will make fast work of you...The trenis in my head. Is she cheating on me? How much sleep did I get last night? 5hours max. Pin some GH and prop and tren. Fuck, I need some caffeine. Ok,double espresso. Time to train. So IF IF IF you can handle the work, cardio and diet not tomention the sides. Then what??? Drugs of course. You want that freaky bodybuilder look and your genetics areaverage like me?? Its actually quite simple but it takes a focus so strong andfocused most give up in a few months if not sooner Fuck, where am I? Oh yeah the drugs. One word... Trenbolone.How lo0ng can you take it??? Don't cry to me in 3 weeks when you can't sleep. Idon't give a fuck. I can't sleep either. Time for some Xanax. Maybe somewhiskey. Most guys give up on tren right when its getting good. 9 weeks in andman your body is changing. The girls want you. Give me some Cialis, prop andmore tren...How high can I go. 1050mg tren per week and I look in the mirror.Who is this??? I don't even look the same. I need some mast, maybe some win,var, halo. Fuck I look like carved stone…I’m drunk but its all true. Do youwant to be a freak? Man the fuck up and start working for it bitch. Prop, tren and an oral is a good start. The question is HOWLONG CAN YOU RUN THIS??? Tren at 9 weeks 1050mg per week and you are crazy. Eat,train, pin, sleep....over and over. I’m feeling insane just 6 more weeks. Its 4months now..... Im sub 10% and huge. Not skinny. Huge and lean...How muchlonger can I go. I want to look like the guy on the cover of the magazine.REALLY??? Eat some more fish and do some more cardio...Fuck Fuck... ]Do you really want to be a freak??? Really..? I walk past them every day at the gym. Same guys doing thesame routine looking the exact same as they did 3 months ago. Talking duringsets and even while doing cardio. It isn't work, it's fucking social time forthem. I can't be social at the gym. I'm not built for it and I don't want it.I'm there to work, to train, to push my body beyond what the average guy can do. A few guys are there working like a bulldozer at aconstruction site. Heavy ass poundage's, sweat running down and out of breaththey push another rep. I see the pain in their faces and the strain on theirbodies. My turn mother fucker. Time to WORK. I warm up imagining the set beforeI do it. The steroids are pulsing through my body. The tabs dissolved under mytongue. God how I love the taste of D-bol or Anadrol while walking in the gym.I have been pushing the caffeine and getting in the food. I'm ready. I don'tpin pussy ass doses. I'm jacked to the max. A gram is child's play. I need topush in just a little more oil.2200mg, 2500mg that week. Maybe a bit more.Fuck it, just fill the barrel all the way and shoot. I am making changeseveryday. I don't want to be the same. I can't be the same. The steel is cold in my hands. I pump out a few fast sets.Load the weight up. Maybe I will get 4 reps. Maybe 5. I look at the guy pickingup a chick at the gym. He weighs a buck fifty. What a fucking joke. This isn'ta bar its a fucking place of employment. I'm here to WORK. Fuck the chicks. Idon't need a girl right now. I need to train. I lift the weight off and itfeels heavy. I grind out 6 reps. Hell yeah! I'm just getting started. OH fuck.Here comes some guy telling me how good I look. Looks like he has never traineda day in his life. I ignore his questions and turn up my iPod. I'm trying toconcentrate. Get the fuck away from me my mind screams. I have to be cool.Don't want to get kicked out of the gym....again...I feel rage inside me. Good.Channel it. Put it to use. Hit the set again. I don't want to be the guy whoshows up and goes through the motions. I want to make changes. God the pain isbad tonight. Lactic acid is heavy in my muscles. Ok, enjoy the pain. Like it.Its good. Trick your mind. I like the pain. I want the pain. I'm grinding outslow heavy ass reps. It burns but I tell myself its good. My rest between setsis minimal. I have done 5 sets but the guy talking to the chick has done none.Fuck he is tiny. I walk over to the next bench and load up some more weights.I see a monster walking by. He is covered in sweat. He nods. I nod back.Nothing is said. We are both in the same place. We are there to train not talk.He asks for a spot with one word. spot? I nod and ask how many. He says 5 reps.He pushes out 8 with a few forced reps. My turn. The night goes by slow. Itswork. Its hard but I have a pump. Time for cardio. I take a piss and get on thetreadmill. Bump up the incline and speed. The guy two machines down is walkinglike he is strolling through the park. He's reading a fucking book. Hell, I canbarely read the numbers in front of me on the machine. I am feeling my lungsburn. Just 40 more minutes to go...Fuck my life. Ok, go to that place in yourmind far away. I look down and 15 minutes has gone by in what seems likeseconds. Good. Go to that place some more. I am absolutely covered in sweat. Myshirt looks like I pulled it out of a bucket of water. I finally finish and getoff the treadmill. Its late and I'm hungry. I feel dizzy. I walk out of thegym. and go get some food. Everyone is obese. I can't believe how fat everyoneis. They are pigs. I am in a world of fat people. How can these lazy fucksstand it? I feel hate. Why do I hate these fat asses? Its weird but I feel likeyelling at them to wake up. The girls are looking at me again. One stops me andtouches the ropes for veins in my arm and says nurses must love me when theydraw my blood. Its funny but she is right. They do say that. I'm a freak. Itsexactly what I want. I'm walking art. My art. My sculpture. Its who Iam....Just another day...a day of work to become a FREAK.