Eventually it got to him...the fame...the money...the women ...the drugs...he just couldn't take take it all despite his efforts to. His life and sanity was slowly slipping through his fingers. Soon the catnip took over and his only freind was the bud and the dealer. He lived in an endless loop; when he was high he was irratiable and suicidal, and when he wasn't high he was irratble and suicidal. He breathed desparation and soon even his freinds and his perosnal mentor could not reach him. He was gone. He cut his ties to everyone, and lived a lonely life in his mansion with every penny devoted to just one more nip. One more blow. One more step to the edge that he was rolling towards. And this is how he was found...dead in his bathtub. Is that a smile, or a sad look of remorse?
Just one more lost soul. |
