Assael’s book ``steriod nation``-Wow what a read.

[goose]

Damm what insight,this is the steroid story from its less than humble beginnings as part of the Venice Beach bodybuilding underground to the Tour de France scandal, use by NFL stars and Major League Baseball players and Olympic champions. Assael tells the story of how the Dan Duchaine, the original steroid guru, opened up Pandora's Box when he published the Underground Steroid Handbook for Men and Women in 1982, and set in motion events that were responsible for - among other things - the BALCO Labs performance-enhancing drug scandal, the drug related deaths of professional wrestlers and the creation of the multi-billion dollar dietary supplement industry that makes me sick,just like TV in the States its all about money.

Really insane shit,it is a crazy story of mad geniuses, smugglers, drug dealers, underground gurus, self-taught chemists, deviants, narcissists, human guinea pigs, cheaters and liars.MR dan duchanine had more drug and personal problems than the British guru paul borresen,I mean crazy shit.

[Bigmax]

LOL...I met dan so trust me i know the deal bro...

[Bigmax]

LOL...I met dan so trust me i know the deal bro...and thats what he called himself..."the human lab rat"

[goose]

BIGMAX,if you dont mind please PM me or post about this how you met him,you must be old school from cali,mabe....

[Bigmax]

you got PM goose.

[goose]

From the book


Venice Beach, California
August 1990


Mornings began with a wake-up shot of Nubain and a dose of Fastin, a weight-loss pill that was one of his new discoveries. Then, it was off to Gold's, where bodybuilding was undergoing another periodic shift. On any given day, Duchaine's Vernon Street apartment might be filled with porn stars, mobsters, bouncers, an AIDS researcher, even a mortician. It had become a kind of Pasteur Institute for the freak parade.


But one day, in walked a woman who truly caught Duchaine's attention. Shelley Harvey wasn't as bombastic as the other women he knew. In fact, she was positively reserved by those standards. The 27-year-old had grown up in the heart of London, with trips to the theater and all the other prerequisites of a well-attended young girl. Somewhere along the way, though, she had discovered bodybuilding. And having won several small titles, she flew to Venice to ask Duchaine to take her to the next level.


Harvey fell for Duchaine the moment that she laid eyes on him. His jet-black hair was grown down to his back, tied in a long ponytail, and he dressed in tight jeans and a tight-fitting tee. "He looked like a rock star," she would recall years later. But as they got to know one another, he wasn't the figure she imagined. He was quiet and kind, attentive in a way she wasn't used to seeing from men who earned their living in gyms. She nearly cried when he described the Christmases he had spent alone as a boy -- buying his own tree, decorating it without help, and reading quietly beside its light while all the other homes in his Maine hometown were bustling with family celebrations. He told such stories without the slightest trace of pity, which made Harvey determined to love him even more.