Crazy Liquidation Sale on All Items AAS & Peptides

[Muay Thai]

Tonight through midnight tomorrow, I’m running the most meaningful sale I’ve ever offered.

This Saturday marks one year since my brother Daniel was taken from us and murdered. He left behind an ailing mother a son and daughter and a hole in my heart and battles with demons and gods inside my heaf.
I’m doing everything I can to get out there, polish and sanitize his headstone, lay down fresh roses, light candles, pour out some hennessey, blast some oldies, leave a few blunts and honor him the way he deserves.

I don’t want to miss it—and I refuse to show up empty-handed or defeated.

So for the next 24 hours, nearly my entire product list is open at a price I’ve never offered before.
Not as a flash sale… but as a tribute.

Every purchase helps me stand at his grave with dignity, and break my grieving numb aunt off with something—anything—so she knows his memory still moves something in this world. Im trying to shoot her at least 100$ and then some.

All I have right now is product.
If you’ve ever thought about supporting me, now’s the moment.
I will take care of you and make you an offer you can’t refuse—no exaggeration.

Thank you for the consideration, and for helping me keep his light alive.

see atta hed pics. Sales for AAS and Peptides only!!!! there is him feeding the homeless. Thats me and him i have the SD hat on last time i saw him. He got murdered when i was in dallas. He.was security at a dispensary front door in hollywood and some bitch ass fools tried to rob the store. He pulled put nid ghost glock unfortunately the ghost glock jammed and the black fellas murderrd him and looted the store.

I am still in pain, heart hardened, and my son is still trying to make sense of it..

Email me for list. Tomorrow is going to fucking suck. Ill post pics of some real big steppers for all yall who think cali is like disneyland.

 

[Mutant]

I lost my brother to soon also Homie
I feel your pain
Pm me a list

 

[Muay Thai]

thanks dude, shit fucked me up for a year and i refuse to live in penance forever that is coward shit and I have had to talk myself out of being his avenginga ngel.

 

[JohnnyDramma]

pm me a list

 

[Haz79]

PM me a list, sorry for your loss brother!!

 

[Durro NoHurtNoBigShirt]

Lo siento por tu pérdida de tu hermano

 

[Muay Thai]

thanks bro shit fucked me up for a year i got his portrait tattted on my head speaks volumes, wish me luck i am headed to a warzone and will be on my bst behavior . i am bringing a gym bag to hit gym as i have a date in a diff city at 630pm and my gym bro from SD coming all the way fromTJ boarder to pick me up after just not too late. will respond to inquiries later asap as i have to get ready for LA traffic and trry t o beat it

 

[01dragonslayer]

My heart felt condolences MT. So sorry for the loss of your brother. There is no cure for your pain but only time and family will help you endure your loss. During the time I've known you and the conversations we've had...I had no idea. Again....so sorry my friend.

Btw....shoot me a list of your avaiable AS when you get time.....I'll take a look.

 

[Muay Thai]

We didn’t just show up—we took over the block. LAPD don’t care about us or the city, but they couldn’t ignore tonight. His mural stands like a fortress—long, massive, untouched. Eternal. I carry him on my scalp—literally tattooed into my crown.


South Central. Low Bottoms. 41st × 3 LOCS.


He wasn’t just some local—he was a professional graffiti artist, featured in magazines, my son’s godfather. I tried to break his mother off with something just as acknowledgment—but they refused it. Not out of disrespect, but out of pride. They were impressed. We took over that entire street like Training Day. I was five minutes from where they filmed that movie.


Tonight, I found out he spoke about me like I was something greater—15, maybe 20 people telling me I was “the doctor without a degree,” a ghost in plain sight. Downest one among them. Real ‘Milko’ type… like in Blood In Blood Out. They called me passionate. Brilliant. A father. A master chemist. Well-cultured. I felt like I was sitting on a throne out there.


Then—out of nowhere—not one, but twenty hawks flew overhead, moving together like they were sent. He used to show me videos saying, “Look fool—the hawk’s back—it’s an omen.” Tonight they came deep… and that was him. BERB was present.


You’ve got no idea how hard this year’s been. I overdosed twice. Lived like I was on three strikes. Hardened my heart. Ran back fades on people I once called brothers. Got set up—nose and orbital shattered by brass knuckles. Tenth concussion. Think NFL 90’s Raiders head trauma level. Had TBI from going headfirst through the windshield of a Mercedes E350 AMG.


Airbag never went off. I’m saying this because at any time, my father could’ve been a father and said, ‘Son, buy a home with an FHA loan—don’t drop $90k cash on a Benz.’ But I couldn’t leave the hood. I chose it. Like me or leave me.


I’m a gangster. But not how you imagine. My great-grandfather fought Hitler in Poland—as Catholics—and after losing everything moved to the South Side of Chicago. My grandmother Lillian married a Sicilian—the father drove for Al Capone. This ain’t behavior. It’s lineage. I’d rather die authentic than live pretending.


I'm not standing on corners—I move different. I move calculated. Blessed the homie with a signal jammer—press a button and every radio and WiFi within miles drops dead. That’s a different breed of loyalty.


I miss my motherfucking driver. My shooter. He was both. He was my other half.


RIP BERB.


South Central is still active—you do not want to be lost there. Tonight, I talked a 43rd Street Crip down from throwing his life away, on some real Jesus moment. A drunk paisa hit five cars and almost ran over his kids. Homie had the gun out and was ready to handle it right then—but I looked at him and said:


“You can’t raise a child behind bars. Do the right thing—let justice run its course.”


And he listened.


I’ll post pictures tomorrow

 

[Muay Thai]

I GOT HIT BY A CAR ON AN E BKEE I AM NOT DOIG WELLLLLLLLLLLL