My name is Rich. I'm 44 years old. I believe in taking care of myself, and a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning, if my nipples are a little puffy, I'll put on an ice pack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now. After i Remove the ice pack I used two scoops of a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use four scoops of whey isolate, then ten scoops of creatine monohydrate, and after my shower eighteen scoops of mutant mass. Then I inject twenty scoops of real food directly into my intestines which I leave to digest for ten minutes while I prepare my synthol injections. I always use a synthol solution with little or no alcohool, because alcohol dries your muscles out and makes you look older. Then HGH, then test, tren, mast, deca, equipoise, npp followed by d-ball, winny, superdrol and finally a shot of HCG. There is an idea of a Rich Piana. Some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable, I am simply not human..