Something new, I've never written about anything like this. Hope you like it. Should I keep going on it?
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The Pit.
They say that when you go psycho you don’t know it, but I did. I knew when I started to loose control. They say you don’t know but I always did.
Before the pit I was living in my one room apartment and I was happy. I had friends, a great job, and a hot girlfriend. I really did have the life you live to have. But when I started to dive down into a hole that you could never come back from I lost it all.
Now I’m in the pit. The pit is a place that crazy people go when they’ve hit rock bottom. I was one of those people. They locked me up and threw away the key. I can’t remember what I did that night but I will find out, one way or another.
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“Hey! Yeah, you move.” Said a man with long unruly grey hair and a face you don’t want to look at.
“Why, am I sitting on your needle?” I said with a pinch of amusement.
“ Ah you son of a bitch, you better watch your back son!” At this point he was screaming at me a few feet from the table I was sitting at.
I still didn’t move and he was starting to come closer. I knew that the monitors were watching this whole conversation and getting a kick out of it. But they would step in soon before things got out of control, which would be soon probably.
“Oh Gregg be nice to me please, I might cry.” I’m really trying to control myself but I need to have some fun once in a while.
He started to lift his right fist at me when one of the monitors yelled “Gregg, sit down and eat now!”
