Tasted like static and bad decisions. Took two scoops, hit a PR, then tried to bench-press my roommate. Ended the night covered in blue stains and triumph.

Thought I could see sounds. Felt like having a heart attack and I swear my soul left my body for a rep. Still hit a PR though.

Took some before my workout, went to a party. Didn’t know if I was alive or ascending. Pretty sure time folded.

Summer heat, half scoop too much, sprinted laps around the block until the cops told me to calm down. Still the best cardio of my life.

Took three scoops, went to the gym, cleaned my whole apartment, mowed two lawns, and proposed to my girlfriend’s blender.

This stuff completely ruined my life. I miss it every day.

Shared some scoops with a buddy before max day. He hit his lift, I blacked out mid-deadlift, came to high-fiving strangers. The legend of ‘that watermelon guy’ still lives.

That sacred gym-rat pre-workout ritual where pure noise and questionable amounts of caffeine collide in a scoop. The world was a better place.