And my chest tightened a little as I realized that I had done it again. A night full of partying and heavy drinking had me hungover but alive. I briefly pondered on how many of my nine lives I had used.

Were louder and more aggressive than the one’s the day before.
“Shoot his ass!”, “Who cares anyway?”, “Hurt him!” As I crawled over to where the shotgun rested and grabbed it like it was the last piece of candy in a Halloween dish.

I got off the bed and walked into the operating room to have emergency surgery. Once I was on the table some random person pried my legs open and started removing my stitches.

I had sat in jail for nearly four months. My first offender’s status had been revoked and I had to sit in jail until my trial.