AiE Prologue

>There's that damn feeling again.

>the feeling of regret.

>You've had that feeling way too many times.

>More than necessary for a man of your...

>stature..

>Anyway, back to me

>As you lay in the muck that made the back

>alley of your "friendly neighborhood bar"

>beer bottles, cardboard boxes, and old

>condoms, you lay there remembering your old life.

>How you used to pull pranks with your old friends

>how you used to go to fancy restaurants with the love of your life

>how you used to ride bikes down dirt paths

>but all of that was left behind when you took that damn needle.

>It was a new kind of thing for you, and you got curious

>and so you took the hit.

>what you didn't know was that that one needle was going to ruin your life.

>Drug abuse then came into your household

>you'd spend thousands of dollars on drugs, and

>so much more partying

>not too long after you picked up your addiction,

>you started to act different

>mean, outcastish, and abusive

>you and your girlfriend would spend hours into the night arguing over how you could do this, >and not think about her, the house, and more importantly the love between you too

>your friends started to pick up on your behavior too, and even though they tried to help, you'd

>just shut them out

>it only took two weeks for 26 years of work to go to waste

>and it took less time for everything to go to hell

>you were living in a shitty apartment, living on alcohol and chicken nuggets

>huh. every kids favorite meal, and every poor mans best friend

>tonight was the night that you were setting out to make your life a bit better

>but instead of finding a job

>this turned out to be another regular night

>spent at the bar, hitting on single women, and asking for free drinks

>but just like every night, you get kicked out

"GOD DAMN IT. DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO LEAVE IF YOU DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SPEND LAST WEEK?!?" said the bartender

"Yeah, go fuck yourself too buddy.."

>that single statement got me both an ass kicking and a dirty pair of clothes

>and as I lay there in the slop that was the alley

>I thought to myself

"Why did I waste my life like this.."

"Why did I take that needle"

"And most importantly, why haven't I run out" as you pulled some heroin out of your pocket

"well, happy fucking birthday to me"

>You poked yourself in the arm

>You didn't really feel any pain, since you had grown accustomed to the sharp pain

>As the drug slowly ran into your veins, you could feel your eyes closing

>Darkness was now giving you a warm embrace

>and you welcomed it with wide open arms

>regret.. You had felt this feeling way too many times