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I am literally crying from laughter. Repped !
As the years pass and your depression worsens.. The emptiness in your closet eats away at your heart so you continuously turn to the bottle to make your forget what you once almost had. In turn, you've become estranged from your own daughter soon after impregnating her mother when she was 19. Your liver starts to fail you, much like your dreams have. Pretty soon you are on the street corner, wearing a pair of yellowed and beaten up Spizike's that barely remind you of the man you used to be. Finally, one night, you take one last gulp of cheap plastic bottled vodka in a brown paper bag, only to soon find yourself in the emergency room... As the doctors desperately try to resuscitate you, you have one last final thought before you finally fade to black from this cruel world:
"I should've just preordered those Chicago 1s..."