Used Tren At 19 And Became An Angry Cheating Psycho

**Derek** (0:00)
Sup, guys, Derek, moreplatesmoredates.com, revisiting the trend stories. I've had probably 100 tabs on my browser for the past, I don't know, like two years or something. And probably about a third of them are Reddit threads, Twitter posts, random Instagram posts, videos people told me to watch and react to, et cetera. Things that actually broke through the screening criteria as like maybe interesting or entertaining. And this is just one of the first ones, and it's from the subreddit. So this will be a nice little dip or toes back in. Used Tren at 19 and became an angry, cheating psycho. It actually has a story time, what are they gonna call, tags? I don't remember exactly what these were, but like some sort of subcategorization. I didn't know there was a way to actually like playlist out the fucking Tren stories, but apparently there is. What's up, everyone? I discovered Derrick's channel. Dude, what a misspelling. Holy shit, this is not even close. Derrick, Chronicles of fucking Derrick, bro. Channel a year or so ago, and I've recently binged the Tren stories that he boasts. So I figured I'd post mine since it kind of fits. Kind of, okay. I know a lot of these are fake, but this really happened to me. All the names are fake, though. Anyways, freshman year of college, and I had really gotten into working out. I had been active in sports and high school, but college is where I really focused on the gym and my physique. I got bigger and stronger, but not at the rate I wanted. A friend I made in one of my classes was absolutely massive, and I asked him for the secrets. Didn't we all, bro? And then we were told some fucking nonsense often. He told me to just work hard, eat enough, and stay consistent, and it'd come. You know, what did I have? I had in grade 11 or 12, this one guy in my, I don't even know what it was, like an IT tech computer class. Accounting, I think he might have been into. Weirdly, the accounting was in the exact same room as keyboarding class as well as five other classes. But anyways, in one of these fucking classes with me, and this dude went from a two-plate max bench to doing two-sixty-five for like, I don't know, ten, like within months, and gained insane amounts of lean mass quickly. And I was like, fuck, like obviously he knows what he's doing. So I asked the secret and he said, instead of just taking one scoop of saison, which is like the flavored creatine from the Gaspari nutrition that, you know, a lot of us liked because we thought it was special. But in reality, it was just flavored creatine. Really good tasting creatine, though, mind you. Instead of taking one scoop, you take two scoops of that. And then he did pushups, like, every day, a certain amount, forgot what the exact magic number was. And like some other shit, it was like benched like every fucking day, essentially, or something. I don't know. But it was pretty, you know, dumb advice. And like, obviously left out the fact that like, almost with that, with certainty, the d-ball was missed out on the part of the advice. So I was like, you know, some of us were like, okay, well, I guess we're doing two scoops of saison, bro. And doing pushups every fucking day, which is not a bad idea. I think it was like the amount though, that was like, it's just like arbitrary, some sort of magical threshold, where like all of a sudden your chest gains like escalate to the next level. And this is on top of like your current, you know, whatever it is you're doing for chest. And just like, you know, the switch is supposed to flip, bro. But, you know, soon found out, at least highly suspect, that it might've been a little bit assisted. So anyways, this guy, you know, similar situation. I believed him, but still frustrated by my lack of competitive progress. One day I was voicing my frustrations to him and made, he made me, by the way, there's no reason that a guy who is absolutely massive, like could not be just natural, of course. But you know, oftentimes like these guys are trying to gate, keep the fact that they're just on the sawzall, which is annoying, especially when you're supposed to be fucking friends. But anyways, one day I was voicing my frustrations to him and he made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone and told me he was using gear. There you go. You know, it came clean. He warned me against it, but told me he'd get me some if I really wanted. And I immediately said yes and ignored all the side effects.