I emptied two mags, knowing damn well I was wasted as fuck, I still shot the guns. I was really fucked up and I started to walk to the back of the ranch to where the guns were. There we shot guns, smoked weed, and got drunk. On my 18 birthday, me and my friends went to a ranch one of their aunts had owned. I went into a deep depression and nothing I mean nothing could pull me out of it. I thought about how he wanted to do so much with me and my family, how he was looking forward to attending my graduation, how he wanted to buy a house for my Mom and how he wanted to see the Mavericks play one last time. The way I found out, it felt like I was shot in the chest multiple times. A man that was more of a father to me than my actual father was out of my life and I couldn’t bare to live to without him.
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