My Story
The good, the bad, the ugly, the reckless, the absurd. Survival, self-destruction, reinvention, and dragging yourself back when common sense and dignity have left the building.
D-Aging medicine — tested.
Addiction — survived.
Depression — endured.
Hormones — lived, injected, adjusted.
— Excerpt · Chapter 4 —“Rehab is a fascinating place. A luxury prison for exhausted lunatics and functioning alcoholics pretending they merely ‘lost balance.’”Pre-Order Now — £149 £199 retail
Not theorised. Injected, adjusted, lived through.
Not observed. Survived.
Not discussed. Endured at depth most never admit.
Not recommended. Tested on himself for 30 years.
Not the brochure. The truth.
The good, the bad, the ugly, the reckless, the absurd. Survival, self-destruction, reinvention, and dragging yourself back when common sense and dignity have left the building.
A luxury prison for exhausted lunatics and functioning alcoholics pretending they merely “lost balance.” What rehab actually looks like from the inside.
Clinical depression is real, but rarer than we are led to believe. Environmental depression is often triggered by life itself, and by our inability to deal with constant disappointment. So we give up and take a pill.
Modern medicine will hand a man antidepressants, sleeping pills and mindfulness advice before admitting his testosterone resembles that of a tired librarian.
Holy water for rich people terrified of death. Fly business class to a luxury clinic, inject microscopic hope, and leave believing immortality is three treatments away.
Our founder has many of the answers, based on his very early adoption and experimentation, long before a Kennedy started talking about them. So you can research Facebook and ChatGPT, or you can read about one man's obsession with what works.
Civilisation may simply be nosy people wearing better clothes. Why we adore other people’s disasters — and what that does to a man at 60.
Tech entrepreneurs microdose mushrooms at breakfast and take enough cognitive enhancers to tranquilise a racehorse. Apparently nobody can answer email without pharmaceutical assistance.
The great equaliser. It does not care about your follower count, your abs, your spiritual awakening, or your gratitude journal. One diagnosis and everybody discovers organic broccoli.
Aging is strange because nobody warns you the party ends gradually. One minute you’re making reckless decisions at 2am. The next you’re researching magnesium supplements.
The body is astonishingly forgiving. You can poison it for 30 years and it still wakes up trying to negotiate peace talks. Most human organs deserve public awards for endurance.
Nothing humbles a man faster than realising his libido now operates like unreliable public transport — occasionally arriving, usually delayed, and prone to cancellations without explanation.
Nobody becomes overweight overnight. It’s a long romantic relationship with excuses. You start with “I deserve this” and ten years later you’re negotiating with elastic waistbands.
Everybody wants transformation. Nobody wants protocol. Men spend thousands on miracle supplements while refusing to sleep, stop drinking, or walk further than the minibar.
Pre-order edition includes a private protocol app: the actual stack Michael runs approaching 70 — compounds, doses, timing, what he’s still on, what he abandoned and why. Not in the retail edition.
14 chapters. 30 years compressed into the only manual a man heading toward 70 can credibly write.
The actual stack Michael runs today. Compounds, doses, timing. Not in the retail edition.
Numbered and signed by the author. After 500, the standard hardcover ships unsigned.
Quarterly updates from the founder — what he’s testing now, what he abandoned, what’s coming next.
Pre-order readers get first invitation to the private membership tier when applications open in 2027.
Pre-order is £149. Retail price after launch is £199. The difference is your reward for reading early.
First 500 copies are signed and numbered. After that, we ship the standard hardcover. After launch, the price goes up. Decide now.
"A private door. Opened by Michael himself, for a small number of men each year."
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