You Screwed Up

There he was. Standing in the mosh of ravers at the biggest techno club in the area. All the little people... Hopped up on LSD. Snorting their cocaine. GHB floating through miscellaneous drinks in the club. Even if you claimed being "straight edge" at this scene, you were guilty of something. The people on acid, they chomped on the big pacifiers in their mouths, the coke heads so aware of everything. Noticing the sweat dripping from others bodies. All the people who left their drink unattended and came back to it...they are about to pass out from the amount of GHB slipped into their drinks. There he is. Standing in the middle of the mosh of ravers. He waits with his uzi. They didn't catch it on the way in. But you saw it. Smuggled under his fluorescent orange overalls. It stood out in the massive amount of bright emitted off of him. You watched him "interact" with the others. Slipping them drugs and other paraphernalia. You. You finally came into the picture. WIth your cute little raver outfit assigned by the government. You being your stupid FBI self. You knew you didn't fit in, but if you could take him down...you would be set for life. They would leave you alone and you could start your so called life as a young adult. Starting a family living a low class citizen life with a low class citizen job. That's what you are leaving the FBI for. Stupid, stupid you. You waited for him to slowly reach for the gun and unleash all hell. As soon as he did, you attacked. You were sure you were about to leave the life of spying for a family. During the lunge you thought to yourself, This is it. I am getting out for good. Then your shoulder got raped by several bullets and you fell to the floor. he thought you were dead, but you were just barely conscious. You watched him break into several spins unloading his clips. You were one of the few that survived. After everything died down, you reached into to call for help. You knew you screwed everything up. After a few weeks of healing, they caught the guy you were after. You testified against him and then were immediately placed into the Witness Protection program. I'm telling you this because you don't remember a damn thing. They put you on so many different medications that you started losing your memory. You. The biggest retard. You reach the bottom when someone narrates your life for you to you. You can't get any lower than this can you? Let's wait and see.
Here starts the story of your new life. Do I have to narrate this portion, too? Looks as if I do. Screw up. Your on your way to your new life via jet. Luxury at it's finest. You end up in Austin, Texas. The music city. Parties all the time. What will you do? Well, you aren't going to Disneyland you fuck up. You are starting from scratch. Everything is so new to you. You grew up in a completely different environment than this. Calm waters in Maine. Nothing like a busy area such as this. You were relocated 2500 miles away. You may be the biggest screw up of this decade. You watch as everyone gathers at a small pavilion in the northern part of town. Must be a band, you think to yourself. You follow the crowd like a stupid little cult. You don't take the time you used to when you were a federal spy. You just keep slipping further down. You push your way to the front and you don't understand what all the commotion is about. You turn around and you see everyone looking at you. You are probably thinking something like: What is going on that I don't know about? I left out a minor detail I am really sorry for this, but in the hospital, you met up with an old middle school friend. You started an electronic music group with some of the biggest success Melaphobic Records has ever seen. You are an electronic god. Being touched by adoring fans. You are in Austin for the end of the tour. Great way to end. In your hometown. Everything going as planned. Then your partner. He gets shot. Right between the eyes like the scum he is. You can't tell where the shot came from because the lights are too bright. SWOOF!. Right in the head.