Diary Of A Dead Man Reborn

I'll never forget the day I died. It was a warm fall evening, September 3rd, 2005. My life's journey began in darkness, so naturally in darkness my path would follow. I was 21 years old and had become a leader of a small gang of rebels whose sole purpose was to party like rock stars and rule as kings, and we did. I had started drinking alcohol and doing drugs around age six, so I had mastered the indulgences of debauchery and organized crime. Well... so I thought. On this night, one of our crew members was celebrating his 16th birthday, so in our true fashion we didn't hesitate to pull out all the stops. We had all the inebriations you can think of... liquor, pills, shrooms, acid, etc... etc... and as their elder and leader I felt the need to display my dominance and ability to indulge to the fullest. So, I did, but little did I know... that decision would cost me my life. I remember very clearly every detail of this experience. Having started indulging at such an early age