Title:           AiE Prologue
Author:          twilit_spickle
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/MxCS4ejG
First Edit:      Wednesday 25th of July 2012 01:08:48 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 25th of July 2012 01:08:48 AM CDT

>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