It’s been a while since I last heard from you. Sometimes I sit in this grey room wishing I was able to undo. I lost my girl and our baby that night, but the ethanol in my system kept me from seeing the light.

My Monte Carlo went under quickly. I did everything I could to stay below and quit breathing. Before I knew it, there were hands trying to pull me out. Then came the red and blue flashing lights.

Man, I really wish I died that night. I was screwed, no doubt. I was admitted, tubes forced down my throat. They handcuffed me to the bed like I had somewhere to go.

I was there for a week before being sent to the bin. Thrown in a pool full of sharks when I can’t even swim. Sometimes I heard your song about me and I laugh.

I guess, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have ended up on this path.

Truly Yours, your biggest fan,

“This is Stan”