The Human Voodoo Doll Life: Aging Gracefully with Unwavering Resilience

“I’m standing next to a mountain, I’ll chop it down with the edge of my hand…”

When I was young I visited New Orleans a lot. I’d take weed to NOLA and trade it for cheap coke.

I seen a lot of voodoo shit down there over the years. I had a personal incident in a voodoo store in the Quarter once. Wild shit…

Flash forward and I’m 43 years old and I’m starting to think someone in NOLA has a voodoo doll of me.

Now hear me out…

You always see people putting needles in voodoo dolls to torture the person the doll is supposed to represent.

I’m a walking voodoo doll.

I’m on an anti-aging regimen. I take at least 2 shots every night. I take Tesmorelin and BP157 peptides. That’s 2 shots every night.

I take 1 shot of 200mg of cypionate each week. Another needle.

I take TB500 once a week too. Another needle.

Friday I got an IV. Another needle.

Monday they did blood work on me. Another needle.

Wednesday I donated blood. Another needle.

That’s 15 needles poked in me in less than a week.

The worst part is I hate needles. They don’t really hurt but the thought of something poking inside of me is not ideal.

But I take all these needles because I’m doing my best to combat old age. I’m trying my best to stay frozen in time.

And that makes me a human voodoo doll sometimes. But at least I’ll live to be an old ass voodoo doll.

Rise Above