The End

I had turned into a drunken, stoned, depressed and lonely man. Everything that I hated in a person. I had been unnaturally happy for far too long and it looks as if karma had seen it go on for far too long. I had been at the top of my game vainly calling myself a scholar. Now it seems that the world in its harsh times is out for vengeance and wanting to plunge its sharp knife of sorrow right into my back and twist with a sick cry of reality.
I woke up, after living behind the black curtain of alcohol. Hops seemed to grow through my pours and a glimpse of what really happened last night struck harder than my head ache. Ticket papers with all sorts of numbers. Nothing but officer rambles to me. Till I saw the familiar numbers of .165 and a court date. How could this be, I thought it was a dream. As i begin to collect my self. I come to realize that I had slept with all of my cloths on. My face felt like the grill at Waffle house at 3 in the morning and my pants were wet. Thinking that I had pissed my self I nervously reach down to check to make sure I didn't urinate myself. Discovering that it was merely sweat I find some sense of relief. Just Then Life Kicked in. I just fell 4 stories head first and the gravel tasted all so bitter.
I had recently lost 2 friends to the party scene. It consumed them like prey. Its a funny thing that people still have realized when it says Do Not consume alcohol on the label they still don't understand. Then mix a little Cocaine and well your fucked. I think that should also be put on those "Do not Do" labels. I lost my job. Something about being to comfortable with costumers has people all bent out of shape. Also, I'm living with a swine of a roommate. Who some how thinks it is completely reasonable to date My ex girlfriend. Who I had been dating for a year and was only separated for 3 weeks. I'm Trying to get rid of the bitch. But yet she manages to bring her self in it through a medium. So lets sum things up.
2 dead friends, one ex-whore of a girlfriend, potentially $1500 pissed towards the men who "Protect and Serve", Teetering the line of alcoholism, and facing living with my mother again in a cave of a basement. I'm in a shallow valley and the mountain looks too high to climb.