I went back to make right all the wrong I have done. Out of instincts I would justify the reason for some. The feeling of belonging of course would cause one. But words won't make right what I did with that gun.. I would drink from the cup of lust and greed. Stay up all night snort coke and take speed. Wake up first light and feel my heart beat. Thinking god damn this sucks can I just skip this whole week. Fill the spaces in life with money and freaks. Ended up in a hotel rooms with folks they call geeks... at the end I am empty like shell cases I'm beat may the jugde please have mercy on me..