Preface

Have you ever woken up and realized your life was shit. It's a clarifying moment, let me tell you, it took a lot of steps to get here, but this is where I had found myself. I had spent years living from pay check to pay check relationship to relationship, to find my life was shit. Yes, I know I stated this, but it bears repeating. The job that I hated was gone, laid off like so many others, the girlfriend gone, for I had no money and no future. The family absentee for years and not likely to change, nor did I really want that to change. There were two options as I saw it, eat the barrel of my Colt .45, or find a new me a new reality, and this is my story. If you wish to know about these things, read on.

I am a pretty normal guy, I guess, the one thing that hasn't changed since I left the Corps, is I've managed to stay in decent shape out of habit more than any desire to work out. I'm a city boy, got 3.5 tattoos, and the normal wear and tear, like I said, normal. The last thing Veronica did before she left me was to drop my eviction notice on my lap and laugh at me. I should have known better than to date a stripper. I ate my last bowl of cereal, grabbed my bike keys, Colt, and hit the door, it was time to die.