What's up Rx Muscle? My name is Scott Siegel, you might recognize me from the movie "The Wrester" starring Mickey Roarke. I'm the guy in the locker room scene selling him "juice."
I'm also the guy, who in real life, was
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| Scott Siegel After Being Arrested |
charged in federal court with "possession with intent to distribute anabolic steroids," as well as aggravated assault on federal agents. I'm currently serving a term of 63 months in federal prison.
Thanks to my good friend Dave Palumbo, I 'm able to post my experience and stories for all of you to read! Many of you have already heard what happened to me in the news media. The truth is, their version was a mix of fact and fiction with many details never reported. In this and future monthly installments I'll talk about some of the unmentioned events that led to my arrest on February 18, 2009.
At the onset of 2009 my life was moving in a very positive direction. Besides having a small part in "The
Wrestler," I was also lucky enough to work alongside Mickey Roarke in a movie titled "13." This also featured actors Jason Stratham ("The Transporter") and Fifty Cent. I was also considered for parts in "Law Abiding Citizen," starring Gerard Butler and Sly Stallone's recent production, "The Expendables." Though I've been engaged in character acting since the age of 19, after all this time, things were finally starting to take off for me....That is, until this rat-fuck Mike O'Brian destroyed me, my family, and all of my dreams.
Mike O'Brian was (and is) your garden variety RAT or police informant; he's a bottom feeder. I met this human piece of shit through a mutual friend. At that time, I was on "the juice" and I would also hook my boys up if they needed some stuff to take for themselves. Rat Boy O'Brian had his own source to get "gear". Physically, he was a juicehead like me; loyalty-wise, he was a completely different beast! Sometimes I would go to O'Brian if I needed some juice that I couldn't get and other times he would come to me for help.
I'm not going to lie: I sold juice on the side for extra money. As things were picking up with acting career, selling juice was something I just didn't want to do anymore. However, as you can imagine, it's hard to get "out" once you've been sucked in by the easy money.
One random day, Rat Boy called my cell phone and told me his juice stash was robbed from a storage place and he asked me if I could help him out. Of course I knew what he meant, but I explained that I didn't want to do that "stuff" anymore. I had an uneasy feeling, but I told him to stop by my place so we could talk. He showed up at my place with this big list of stuff which just didn't feel right to me because I never filled an order of this size for him. I told O'Brian that I didn't think I could handle his order; but he begged me to help him out. He whined about not having any juice left; not even for himself. This should have been my red flag. I should have just stopped and said no thanks. Ultimately, I told him that I would call him later.
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| Mike O'Brian |
As a fellow juicehead I felt bad that Rat Boy didn't have anything, even though I was against trying to fill that big order. So I figured, what harm could it do for me to give him a few bottles of the stuff for himself? Sitting here in my jail cell, reflecting back on that day, I can openly admit that I'm a dumb fuck for thinking that there was no harm in hooking him up.
I gave him four bottles for his own use - FOUR FUCKING BOTTLES! I still recall what they were, bottle for bottle: 1 test, 2 deca, 1 tren. I gave him what was mine and I didn't accept a single dollar of payment. I told O'Brian that my connection was dead and that this was all I could do for him. Those four bottles were enough to start a federal investigation on me.
Afterwards, Rat Boy called me a few times but I didn't pick up; I wanted nothing to do with him. After my arrest and subsequent indictment, I received a package of "discovery" documents that indicated the evidence to be used to prosecute me. This paperwork reflected that Rat Boy O'Brian had gotten arrested for possession of steroids and pot and for driving with a suspended license in May 2008, right about the time he had contacted me and presented his big list. O'Brian's charges were mere misdemeanors; if he kept his mouth shut, at most, he faced a sentence of one year in jail. More likely he would have gotten a measly fine.
Instead, he decided to falsely label me as his "supplier" to federal agents when he couldn't locate and target his own regular source. Rat Boy told a fairytale to the Feds: He was getting his steroids from me and that I had been giving him large sums of money to send overseas to pay my suppliers. Sounded good, except that I never did anything like that. Rat Boy's hallucinations included stories of me flashing around big wads of cash; meanwhile, i never showed him as much as a $50 dollar bill.
During the period prior to my arrest, Rat Boy O'Brian sat with his DEA buddies, camped outside my house and hidden, aiding police surveillance of innocent comings and goings of people, in order to justify his cooperation with the government and protect his release on bail after yet another arrest! This time it was for possession of juice and a loaded firearm. These charges were subsequently dropped, ostensibly to ensure his informant status. Luckless guys like myself weren't even granted bail, but King Rat was a given a license to do what he pleased.
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| Beware of Mike O'Brian! |
Mike O'Brian's photo is being posted here because all interested parties need to recognize and be forewarned that if they encounter this scumbag, take a deep breath and run the fuck away. If not, YOU COULD BE HIS NEXT TARGET.
This ends my first entry, but there's more to come. Mine is a colorful life. If you have any questions, please post them and I will respond as I am able. Until next month, God Bless my Brothers and Sisters in Iron.
