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Cliff notes at bottom
So like I said I get out of the military and I guess you could say I was on the downward spiral. It wasn't a fast track down I was having a good time meeting a lot of women, drinking a LOT. I started to gamble it up at the casinos. I ran one win up to 18k and quit up 13k. I was running real well. I'd decide I needed some cash, all I'd do is tell myself I was gonna hit the casino winb a quick 500 and then go drink it up. That's exactly what happened. Like I said I was running well. Then there wasn't anything in particular that went bad but I just started to get a lil depressed again. Next thing you know it was back to not necessarily suicidal thoughts but " I don't give a F feelng" After drinking all night I decided to walk around the middle of a real bad part of downtown. To give you an example of how tough it is there I wouldn't walk around there right now for $500. I think I drank heavily every night for a couple years. One day I pointed my .347 at my head and was squeezing the trigger just a lil when I had second thoughts and moved the gun away it went off. It went through my wall, through the closet, and through the bathroom where my GF was taking a shower. Of course I played it off like it wasn't what it was. Ok part 3 to come later. The time frame of this is 1995ish. cliff notes - I drink a lot, get depressed and shouldn't be trusted with guns |
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