|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Oh boy. Story of my life. I think that growing up I thought I was gonna be the best athlete in about 5 different sports. I thought I was gonna marry a supermodel. I thought I was gonna be the richest | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| man on the planet. All of those wild, petty little dreams. All those aspirations. I had lots of people to look up to, spanning from my mother and father, my brothers, my aunties, my uncles and so on. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Even my best friends. I knew that actions speak louder than words. I had trained and worked and researched everything I could to reach as many of my goals as I could. You wanna know what I did? | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| I wanted to be the best athlete in the world. The best. Unbeatable. I wanted so many awards. I wanted to get recognition for something I love to do. You know how I did it? I took lots of steroids. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| I wanted to marry a supermodel. I wanted to be part of the most famous couple in the world and have the most famous wife ever! I wasn't really relationship material, so I spiked her drink. | |
| | |
|
|
| | |
| I also wanted to be the most richest, most wealthy guy on the planet! I thought to myself, money would make me happy and I could buy everything I wanted. So I robbed a bank. Im am the greatest ever... | |
| | |
|
|
|
