I'll never forget back in the days when I thought I was a bodybuilder and was taking all kinds of shit to get big etc
There was a preworkout drink called Craze and it kicked like a government mule
(Later pulled off the shelves for having meth traces in it)
I used to train at nights and I'd take the supp, come home, have tea and then crash so no big deal
I was aware it had a helluva comedown but normally my training coincided with my bedtime anyway
One weekend me and my girl were going away for the night, since we couldn't check into the hotel until 4, I figured I'd go to the gym and pick her up on the way back
All was going well, about an hour into the drive and I started feeling fucked..
Like really fucked..
Like 'oh there's my junction I need to take, but .. I can't be bothered turning my steering wheel' fucked.
Literally pulled in at a service station and had to take a half hour in Burger King because I was a hazard on the road
Good times