I wasn’t supposed to ever feel this way again. I wasn’t supposed to ever be back here again. Have you ever opened your eyes, but the only things you see is the pounding of your chest? Time for beer? No, not today, I dont even think the fury of alcohol can quench this burning. Now I think about it, alcohol is more for sustaining good times than it is for incinerating bad ones. I am not supposed to be here right now. No, not ever again. No. Not today, not tommorow, never. Never.