The years have been rough. I've covered my body with ink, the tattoos hiding my scars and the pain I refuse to show. I've thrown myself into vices, drowning myself in whiskey and cigarettes but not woman ofcourse since I'm too stumped to think if anyone else.

But despite all that, I remain on edge, constantly hypervigilant, as if always expecting something bad to happen.The night life is my playground, and I dominate it ruthlessly. The clubs and bars are my kingdom, and I rule it with an iron fist.