Packman84
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Hey Everyone,
Hope everybody is doing alright. So I wanted to tell my story as a potential warning to others to just remain careful and don't never give the police a reason to stop you. Although, that said, I maintain that I was careful and that I am, in fact, innocent of these charges. First, a brief overview: I had come off of a cycle about 2 months earlier and had a fairly decent amount going on in my life. I had taken about 3 weeks off from the gym which is rare for me, especially right after a cycle when I'm trying to maintain my gains. Anyway, I got my shit together, tightened up my diet and got back in the gym full force (although a little less frequent than is normal for me; I was getting there about 4 days a week, sometimes only 3 - generally I prefer 4-6 days a week). As I got back into the mix, I kept hearing about the MK-677 shit that was supposed to be almost identical to GH. My understanding was that it stimulated the pituitary gland to produce more GH, but was far more effective than any peptide or SARM that made similar claims. I also read / heard that it produced a massive, insatiable appetite, and that it helped people sleep, often deeper and longer. Moreover, I came to understand that lethargy was another side effect of MK-677 but that this was rather easy to fix as a few days off (after the substance had been in your system long enough that missing a dose wasn't a big deal) and / or raising one's blood sugar would drastically offset the lethargy. So I ordered Mk-677 and began at 20mg per night. I experimented for about 5 days or so but settled on only taking a 20 mg tablet at night and on rare occasions taking another 10mg a few hours before working out depending on a multitude of factors. Finally, I don' t have much time to feel lethargic so I added GW-50516 (the number sequence might be wrong, and I know people are gonna have something to say about this combination, but I'm just being honest here).
Fast forward to about 3 1/2 weeks later. The Mk-677 has done a good job maintaining my mass from my last cycle and keeping my gut in check from my less disciplined than usual diet. However, the lethargy is real, for me anyway. I'm catching myself nodding out like I'm on dope or pain pills. I eliminated all daytime use, added a bunch of carbs and even sugar (my arch-nemesis) to my diet. I had taken Adderall at times in the past as a pre workout or to get through boring ass shit, but I got some to see if it helped. I'm talking a drug that is almost chemically identical to crystal meth: barely did a thing. However, this was not all the time. A good percentage of the time I was coherent, aware, sharp, self-aware, even quick-witted. No one seemed to notice anything around me. Truthfully, I just felt tired. I figured I'd take precautions, but finish the batch. I had some rip stack coming in and I was closing in on 3 1/2 months off gear. I was hoping to start up again at the 4 month mark and wanted to see how the brief overlap of substances mixed together.
So one morning, I leave to run an errand. On the way home, I pull over and take a 20 min nap. I was only blocks away but I felt like I had to. Then I leave again to get a protein smoothie and spike the old blood sugar a little. I pulled up outside the store, rested my head for a second, and was out for like 5-10 min. Now, I gotta go to work. truthfully, I felt fine. I really did. Moreover, I had no intoxicants if any kind in my system. 100% sober. A few miles away I feel a little tired and kind of "zone out" for a sec. I knocked my shifter into neutral and briefly lifted my foot off the break. I rolled forward and tapped the car in front of me. We got out, she yelled, I asked if she was ok and if I could do anything. She examined the cars and, made some sort of sighing noise, and got back in her car. Light turned green, she took off.
I realized that I was tired enough that I hit another car. A tap, but still, not good to be driving like that. Subsequently, I pulled into the nearest parking lot ( filed with security cameras fortunately), pulled into a spot, and leaned back while glancing at my phone. My plan was to respond to work when needed, but to really rest for a bit. My guess is somehow my brain hadn't gotten out of it's last stage of sleep.
Moments later, I hear a tap at my passenger window. I roll it down at the request of the police officer now standing there. He asked me if I had heard about a hit and run. I told him what happened and assured him that I did not run, I actually tried to help however possible. He tells me to turn my car off which I do. I'm cognizant to be confused as to why he would ask me to turn off my push-to start car and not take my key. he asks for my license which give him. He returns to his cruiser which was blocking me in anyway. I was between a concrete wall and a police car with no lights on, wasn't going nowhere (escalates from stop to seizure). He returned to my side with my license. I open the door to speak with him but he advises me that I should stay put and use the window. I reminded him that he made me turn my car off and I would happily comply with his instructions, but they conflicted with each other. He gives me the ok to open the door. He says he wants me to wait for EMS to check me out. he explains that there was an accident and he wants to make sure I'm ok. he tells me to wait for the ambulance to arrive.
Now lets face it, I was seized, not stopped. Anyone else could refuse medical treatment during a traffic stop. Not me. But I wasn't about the treatment. Within minutes more cops and an ambulance show up. The EMS worker asks me if I'm ok. Am I on meds? Am I good to drive? do I want to go to a hospital? I tell him I'm fine, I can drive and I don't need a hospital. SMH, Should've gone. The EMS worker leaves without looking in my eyes with a light or performing any tests on cognition or coherence. He knew the deal. They didn't care if I was ok.
By now 6 cops are present. One asks me if the front f my car is damaged. I inform him that I had only saw it briefly when I spoke to the other driver but had not gotten out of the car since entering the parking lot. They inquire about the smoothie and any other reason I may have exited the vehicle. I assure them I have not. The police tell me (or at least some of them) that they received calls about a man staggering across the parking lot. I point to the security camera aimed directly at my car and suggest they review the footage. Evidently, an investigation would only produce facts which are pointless when you can just blame someone. Finally a third cop said that they received several (I had been there 10 min max) calls about a man slumped over his steering wheel. Again, I point to the security camera and note that the first officer on the scene found me leaning back in my seat rather than forward. Soon, all 6 cops are telling me I look weird. they say I'm not right, there's something wrong with me. There has to be. Struck me as odd that the paramedic that the officers sent for to make this determination thought I was fine. But again, it wasn't about my health and safety.
Look, there are tons of brave cops out there. Many on this very forum. However, in my situation, I was blocked in, surrounded by 6 armed cops, all of whom I had shown nothing but respect towards, and I did what they told me to; and of the 6 cops when asked why I was stopped (seized technically), I was given 3 different reasons. At that point, I 'm sorry, but it's time to grow a spine and just be honest. I still don't know why they came to my window. They told my I failed the field sobriety tests (no shit, the 6 cops insisting something was wrong with me used their discretion to confirm their statements) and placed me under arrest. I asked what I was being arrested for, they said DUI (or maybe DWI), I asked under the influence of what and the officer said "we don't know yet." That's actually illegal; police need to inform you what substance they believe you are on. They took me back to the station, found a jar of juice, the MK, a syringe and some pins.
They took the pins and charged me with those, gave me back the juice. I tried not to step out of line but it was killing me. Those calls about the man staggering and / or slumped over his steering wheel; they were either a lie, or they were real and that guy is out driving around. I shut up after asking them to check the security cameras or locate the caller and / or witness for the third time I think. If that's too much work for 6 cops to handle, then I'm embarrassed to pay taxes.
As for me, I shouldn't have been driving. I knew that because I stopped driving. my car was in park, though, not off. I'm confident that I had nothing illegal in my system. I even pissed for them (something most lawyers will advise against). Although I think I was being responsible, and not like a drunk person in the same situation as MK is not supposed to be mind altering like that, better that I was taken in before anything terrible happened. If that was it, I'd be annoyed but I'd understand. Of course, once the cuffs come on, the 6 "concerned about my well-being" officers turn to UFC fighters or whatever tough guy they see them self as. I have friends and family who are cops, and I respect those that genuinely try to do hats right. Although I don't believe I broke any laws, if this cop saw something that posed a danger to society, I'm ok with it. My problems arise when officers (happens more here in the Bronx) operate like gangsters with good PR. The last time I was falsely arrested (and my charges were dropped), the officer who sat in the back seat with me continuously stared at me, staying within 12 inches if not closer from my face, "I know I'm good looking, but your not my type" I said. Humor didn't work, so I cut to it, "So your tough now that I got cuffs on huh?" He replied as a gangster would, that this was his territory and if he didn't want me there I was getting fucked up. So I got real with him. "You love your radios. anyone can be tough when they got back up a minute a way. You could never stand on your own two though. You could never trade shots. You wouldn't last 30 seconds. Imagine this city, just this community if every possession or larceny charge didn't look like an invasion. Imagine if you just spoke man to man and said hey, I can't let you do that, and stood your ground. It would be safer for everyone, especially you. Learn to stand up for yourself without the gang behind you. Sorry, don't know where that cam from, guess I had some pent up issues. Probably pissed some people off, not my intention.
Hope everybody is doing alright. So I wanted to tell my story as a potential warning to others to just remain careful and don't never give the police a reason to stop you. Although, that said, I maintain that I was careful and that I am, in fact, innocent of these charges. First, a brief overview: I had come off of a cycle about 2 months earlier and had a fairly decent amount going on in my life. I had taken about 3 weeks off from the gym which is rare for me, especially right after a cycle when I'm trying to maintain my gains. Anyway, I got my shit together, tightened up my diet and got back in the gym full force (although a little less frequent than is normal for me; I was getting there about 4 days a week, sometimes only 3 - generally I prefer 4-6 days a week). As I got back into the mix, I kept hearing about the MK-677 shit that was supposed to be almost identical to GH. My understanding was that it stimulated the pituitary gland to produce more GH, but was far more effective than any peptide or SARM that made similar claims. I also read / heard that it produced a massive, insatiable appetite, and that it helped people sleep, often deeper and longer. Moreover, I came to understand that lethargy was another side effect of MK-677 but that this was rather easy to fix as a few days off (after the substance had been in your system long enough that missing a dose wasn't a big deal) and / or raising one's blood sugar would drastically offset the lethargy. So I ordered Mk-677 and began at 20mg per night. I experimented for about 5 days or so but settled on only taking a 20 mg tablet at night and on rare occasions taking another 10mg a few hours before working out depending on a multitude of factors. Finally, I don' t have much time to feel lethargic so I added GW-50516 (the number sequence might be wrong, and I know people are gonna have something to say about this combination, but I'm just being honest here).
Fast forward to about 3 1/2 weeks later. The Mk-677 has done a good job maintaining my mass from my last cycle and keeping my gut in check from my less disciplined than usual diet. However, the lethargy is real, for me anyway. I'm catching myself nodding out like I'm on dope or pain pills. I eliminated all daytime use, added a bunch of carbs and even sugar (my arch-nemesis) to my diet. I had taken Adderall at times in the past as a pre workout or to get through boring ass shit, but I got some to see if it helped. I'm talking a drug that is almost chemically identical to crystal meth: barely did a thing. However, this was not all the time. A good percentage of the time I was coherent, aware, sharp, self-aware, even quick-witted. No one seemed to notice anything around me. Truthfully, I just felt tired. I figured I'd take precautions, but finish the batch. I had some rip stack coming in and I was closing in on 3 1/2 months off gear. I was hoping to start up again at the 4 month mark and wanted to see how the brief overlap of substances mixed together.
So one morning, I leave to run an errand. On the way home, I pull over and take a 20 min nap. I was only blocks away but I felt like I had to. Then I leave again to get a protein smoothie and spike the old blood sugar a little. I pulled up outside the store, rested my head for a second, and was out for like 5-10 min. Now, I gotta go to work. truthfully, I felt fine. I really did. Moreover, I had no intoxicants if any kind in my system. 100% sober. A few miles away I feel a little tired and kind of "zone out" for a sec. I knocked my shifter into neutral and briefly lifted my foot off the break. I rolled forward and tapped the car in front of me. We got out, she yelled, I asked if she was ok and if I could do anything. She examined the cars and, made some sort of sighing noise, and got back in her car. Light turned green, she took off.
I realized that I was tired enough that I hit another car. A tap, but still, not good to be driving like that. Subsequently, I pulled into the nearest parking lot ( filed with security cameras fortunately), pulled into a spot, and leaned back while glancing at my phone. My plan was to respond to work when needed, but to really rest for a bit. My guess is somehow my brain hadn't gotten out of it's last stage of sleep.
Moments later, I hear a tap at my passenger window. I roll it down at the request of the police officer now standing there. He asked me if I had heard about a hit and run. I told him what happened and assured him that I did not run, I actually tried to help however possible. He tells me to turn my car off which I do. I'm cognizant to be confused as to why he would ask me to turn off my push-to start car and not take my key. he asks for my license which give him. He returns to his cruiser which was blocking me in anyway. I was between a concrete wall and a police car with no lights on, wasn't going nowhere (escalates from stop to seizure). He returned to my side with my license. I open the door to speak with him but he advises me that I should stay put and use the window. I reminded him that he made me turn my car off and I would happily comply with his instructions, but they conflicted with each other. He gives me the ok to open the door. He says he wants me to wait for EMS to check me out. he explains that there was an accident and he wants to make sure I'm ok. he tells me to wait for the ambulance to arrive.
Now lets face it, I was seized, not stopped. Anyone else could refuse medical treatment during a traffic stop. Not me. But I wasn't about the treatment. Within minutes more cops and an ambulance show up. The EMS worker asks me if I'm ok. Am I on meds? Am I good to drive? do I want to go to a hospital? I tell him I'm fine, I can drive and I don't need a hospital. SMH, Should've gone. The EMS worker leaves without looking in my eyes with a light or performing any tests on cognition or coherence. He knew the deal. They didn't care if I was ok.
By now 6 cops are present. One asks me if the front f my car is damaged. I inform him that I had only saw it briefly when I spoke to the other driver but had not gotten out of the car since entering the parking lot. They inquire about the smoothie and any other reason I may have exited the vehicle. I assure them I have not. The police tell me (or at least some of them) that they received calls about a man staggering across the parking lot. I point to the security camera aimed directly at my car and suggest they review the footage. Evidently, an investigation would only produce facts which are pointless when you can just blame someone. Finally a third cop said that they received several (I had been there 10 min max) calls about a man slumped over his steering wheel. Again, I point to the security camera and note that the first officer on the scene found me leaning back in my seat rather than forward. Soon, all 6 cops are telling me I look weird. they say I'm not right, there's something wrong with me. There has to be. Struck me as odd that the paramedic that the officers sent for to make this determination thought I was fine. But again, it wasn't about my health and safety.
Look, there are tons of brave cops out there. Many on this very forum. However, in my situation, I was blocked in, surrounded by 6 armed cops, all of whom I had shown nothing but respect towards, and I did what they told me to; and of the 6 cops when asked why I was stopped (seized technically), I was given 3 different reasons. At that point, I 'm sorry, but it's time to grow a spine and just be honest. I still don't know why they came to my window. They told my I failed the field sobriety tests (no shit, the 6 cops insisting something was wrong with me used their discretion to confirm their statements) and placed me under arrest. I asked what I was being arrested for, they said DUI (or maybe DWI), I asked under the influence of what and the officer said "we don't know yet." That's actually illegal; police need to inform you what substance they believe you are on. They took me back to the station, found a jar of juice, the MK, a syringe and some pins.
They took the pins and charged me with those, gave me back the juice. I tried not to step out of line but it was killing me. Those calls about the man staggering and / or slumped over his steering wheel; they were either a lie, or they were real and that guy is out driving around. I shut up after asking them to check the security cameras or locate the caller and / or witness for the third time I think. If that's too much work for 6 cops to handle, then I'm embarrassed to pay taxes.
As for me, I shouldn't have been driving. I knew that because I stopped driving. my car was in park, though, not off. I'm confident that I had nothing illegal in my system. I even pissed for them (something most lawyers will advise against). Although I think I was being responsible, and not like a drunk person in the same situation as MK is not supposed to be mind altering like that, better that I was taken in before anything terrible happened. If that was it, I'd be annoyed but I'd understand. Of course, once the cuffs come on, the 6 "concerned about my well-being" officers turn to UFC fighters or whatever tough guy they see them self as. I have friends and family who are cops, and I respect those that genuinely try to do hats right. Although I don't believe I broke any laws, if this cop saw something that posed a danger to society, I'm ok with it. My problems arise when officers (happens more here in the Bronx) operate like gangsters with good PR. The last time I was falsely arrested (and my charges were dropped), the officer who sat in the back seat with me continuously stared at me, staying within 12 inches if not closer from my face, "I know I'm good looking, but your not my type" I said. Humor didn't work, so I cut to it, "So your tough now that I got cuffs on huh?" He replied as a gangster would, that this was his territory and if he didn't want me there I was getting fucked up. So I got real with him. "You love your radios. anyone can be tough when they got back up a minute a way. You could never stand on your own two though. You could never trade shots. You wouldn't last 30 seconds. Imagine this city, just this community if every possession or larceny charge didn't look like an invasion. Imagine if you just spoke man to man and said hey, I can't let you do that, and stood your ground. It would be safer for everyone, especially you. Learn to stand up for yourself without the gang behind you. Sorry, don't know where that cam from, guess I had some pent up issues. Probably pissed some people off, not my intention.
