You're fucked up

Everything starts to roll and you get dizzier every second. The next thing you know you're laying in the sideways of the street with vomit all over you, some pills and vodka. "Holy crap, not again..." Congratulations, you have become an addict.

As you walk, trying to find out the way to get home, some robbers appears and say "Gimme da watch, bitch" You look at your wirst and realice there is no freaking watch!.

"Dammit" you think, as you remember that you exchanged it to buy the pills. The robbers get more violent and star kicking you ass. You get beaten and eventually end up dying at hospital.

There, six feet under, you rot alone and forgotten... only being remembered by a wolf that's staring quietly at your tombstone.

"Farewell, you junky motherfucker" the wolf says and walks away.

Written by Gruppa Krovi

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