lol, you coulda asked.. i don't think it's really a big deal anymore. i lift at a "dirty" gym in where alotta cops, firemen, and drug dealers work out. they're all cool with each other in the lockerroom and openly swap all types of sh*t.Quote from my trading sux:
It's funny you said that. I went to Sammy's office last October to watch him trade. Everytime he stretched his arms out to type on the keyboard, the veins in his biceps looked like they were about to bust. I was tempted to ask him if he was juicing, but felt it would have been rude considering I just met the guy. He seemed like a straight shooter, so I doubt he'd lie about that.
to me, that diesel look just wouldn't be worth the little acorn balls, and zits all over my back.

