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During the November break, I went to stay with my grandma in Adana (city in Turkey). Back then I was already deep into the whole looksmaxing rabbit hole. Every article I read and every guy I followed kept saying the same thing: "You need HGH. There's no other way."
I was completely sold on it. I wasn't scared at all. I didn't care about needles, and I definitely didn't care about the possible side effects.
On my second morning in Adana, I stopped by my supplement dealer Emre's shop. We chatted, drank some tea, the usual. Then I noticed a gym shirt with Arnold on it. Emre told me to go try it on in the back room while he handled customers.
I closed the door and while trying on the shirt, I noticed a mini fridge next to me. I got curious and opened it.
Five shelves full of HGH, Somatropin, and Cinnatropin.
And on the bottom shelf? Tea and chicken rice.
My eyes lit up. I felt like I had just found buried treasure. I opened a box labeled Merck Saizen, grabbed a vial, and slipped it into my pocket. Then I walked out, paid for the shirt, and left.
On the way home I stopped by a pharmacy and bought a syringe and some alcohol swabs. Since I was already fasted, I didn't even think twice. I went into the bathroom and injected it immediately (I still have the video).
I randomly blasted HGH into my body because I was convinced I was about to ASCEND, completely unaware of the side effects.
Anyway, later that day I was heading to my friend's house. About half an hour after the injection, his mom picked me up in her car. Everything felt normal. My friend's mom was there, and so was his ridiculously attractive younger sister.
The drive was around 20 minutes.
Within the first five minutes, I got insanely sleepy.
Around the ten-minute mark, I started feeling cold and sweaty at the same time.
Yes. Sweating while freezing.
By the end of the drive I was shaking uncontrollably, freezing, sweating, my vision was going dark, and I even almost pissed myself.
At that point I realized I was completely screwed.
Somehow I managed to figure out that if I didn't do something fast, I was probably going to pass out from hypoglycemia. So I told my friend's mom:
"Hey, I skipped breakfast this morning. My blood sugar's really low and I feel awful."
She said, "Alright, I'll cut up some fruit for you when we get home."
We finally arrived. I could barely get out of the car. I was shaking and drenched in sweat.
She brought me a plate of fruit and I demolished it instantly. Then, just to be safe, I said I needed to use the bathroom, snuck into the kitchen, and basically drank honey straight from the jar.
Within five minutes I started feeling better. After walking around the house for a bit, I was pretty much back to normal.
Later that evening, when I got back to my grandma's place, I took a closer look at the vial and started researching it.
That's when I found out it wasn't even real Merck Saizen.
It was an Indian-made replica.
A knockoff.
During the November break, I went to stay with my grandma in Adana (city in Turkey). Back then I was already deep into the whole looksmaxing rabbit hole. Every article I read and every guy I followed kept saying the same thing: "You need HGH. There's no other way."
I was completely sold on it. I wasn't scared at all. I didn't care about needles, and I definitely didn't care about the possible side effects.
On my second morning in Adana, I stopped by my supplement dealer Emre's shop. We chatted, drank some tea, the usual. Then I noticed a gym shirt with Arnold on it. Emre told me to go try it on in the back room while he handled customers.
I closed the door and while trying on the shirt, I noticed a mini fridge next to me. I got curious and opened it.
Five shelves full of HGH, Somatropin, and Cinnatropin.
And on the bottom shelf? Tea and chicken rice.
My eyes lit up. I felt like I had just found buried treasure. I opened a box labeled Merck Saizen, grabbed a vial, and slipped it into my pocket. Then I walked out, paid for the shirt, and left.
On the way home I stopped by a pharmacy and bought a syringe and some alcohol swabs. Since I was already fasted, I didn't even think twice. I went into the bathroom and injected it immediately (I still have the video).
I randomly blasted HGH into my body because I was convinced I was about to ASCEND, completely unaware of the side effects.
Anyway, later that day I was heading to my friend's house. About half an hour after the injection, his mom picked me up in her car. Everything felt normal. My friend's mom was there, and so was his ridiculously attractive younger sister.
The drive was around 20 minutes.
Within the first five minutes, I got insanely sleepy.
Around the ten-minute mark, I started feeling cold and sweaty at the same time.
Yes. Sweating while freezing.
By the end of the drive I was shaking uncontrollably, freezing, sweating, my vision was going dark, and I even almost pissed myself.
At that point I realized I was completely screwed.
Somehow I managed to figure out that if I didn't do something fast, I was probably going to pass out from hypoglycemia. So I told my friend's mom:
"Hey, I skipped breakfast this morning. My blood sugar's really low and I feel awful."
She said, "Alright, I'll cut up some fruit for you when we get home."
We finally arrived. I could barely get out of the car. I was shaking and drenched in sweat.
She brought me a plate of fruit and I demolished it instantly. Then, just to be safe, I said I needed to use the bathroom, snuck into the kitchen, and basically drank honey straight from the jar.
Within five minutes I started feeling better. After walking around the house for a bit, I was pretty much back to normal.
Later that evening, when I got back to my grandma's place, I took a closer look at the vial and started researching it.
That's when I found out it wasn't even real Merck Saizen.
It was an Indian-made replica.
A knockoff.
