LISTEN

         During my junior year in high school, I noticed that a friend of mine on the basketball team had just gotten massive, it seemed to have happened overnight; he looked like a baby Hulk. My figure, however, was slightly lacking in that aspect and I’d been benched a few too many games.

          To give you and Idea that’s me number 41 on the right. Six foot six, and a whopping one hundred and eighty five pounds. Although this story is not about the two other guys on the right number 55, and 31 they are who I had to compete with. Surprisingly 55 and 31 were six foot six as well, but on top of that they both have a good fifty pounds on me. 

            For as long as I could remember, I knew anabolic steroids were “bad” for you. Crazy bad acne, men growing breasts, uncontrolled rage, certain body parts becoming smaller… It was something I’d always known and remembered quite often. 

            Even though I knew the negatives of steroids I needed whatever my buddy had and I needed it quick. Turns out, this buddy of mine had been using steroids just as I had thought. 

            I took the first step; I got online, and purchased a whopping $85.00 bottle of 60 anabolic tablets. When it finally arrived to my house, I was beyond reluctant, I couldn’t let my parents know what I was buying let alone about to use. I hid them under my mattress so nobody would be able to find them, and headed to practice.

             I could hardly focus during the drills, that bottle of pills was pressing my mind so hard! I was beyond relieved when the night finally ended and I was able to head home and make sure the bottle was still there. Of course it would be, I was just getting unbearably anxious. As soon as I got home, I ran down to my room, flung the door open, and the first thing I noticed; my bed was made up all nice with a fresh set of sheets.

            I tore back the sheets and threw my mattress off of my bed, no bottle to be found anywhere. I didn’t have the slightest clue of what to do; then I heard them, two sets of feet walking into the basement and towards my room. My bedroom door slowly swung open and, of course, in walked mom and dad.

            Long story short, I didn’t get to use the steroids nor did I get to exchange them for my money back, I guess it was a decent punishment; on top of all of the toilet scrubbing and car washing of course.

            I definitely can’t say I wish I had used the pills. My buddy ended up getting disqualified and kicked off of the basketball team. I am too glad that my mom decided to make my bed for me that night; it definitely changed what could have potentially been the result of my life.