"Why do you think you are so stressed all of the time Michael? Many would say you have the perfect life, a ton of money, a huge house, a loving family, and everything you could ever dream of but yet you still seem to be depressed. Tell me, why is that?" The overpriced therapist asked, taping a pen against his clipboard and staring blankly at his patient waiting for a response. This had been what seemed like the millionth session where he had asked the same question, but he had hoped that this time getting Michael De Santa to spill his guts about his crazy life would somehow come up with a breakthrough, the one they had been hoping for.

"Well let's see doc," Michael began in the same frustrated tone he gave every time Doctor Friedlander asked the same repetitive question, this being the eighth week in a row he had asked and like clockwork, Michael was getting ready to spill off the same answer, convinced the so called doctor wanted nothing more but to get him worked up, accomplish nothing, and have another appointment scheduled before he could finish writing the check for the one he was currently in.

"I guess I'll begin with the loving family, because they seem to be the root of ALL of my problems. It seems like I have SINGLE HANDEDLY managed to raise two of the most worthless examples of human beings in Los Santos and possibly even the world, and LUCKY ME I get to call them my fucking children and just when I am about to stick all of the blame on myself for raising two of the most pathetic excuses for children I remember that I am NOT the only one to blame for these two sad excuses of life, NO that's when I remember my dear old wife. Now let's get on the subject of Amanda, according to her I am some fat lazy pig and a sad excuse for a husband and maybe she is right, but if we are going to start name calling boy do I have some things I could call her silicone ass, which by the way, I paid for. That and all of her other 'necessary procedures'. So you can scratch off that having all the money in the world comment because my loving wife is blowing through that like there is no tomorrow, which some days I wonder if she had her way, maybe there wouldn't be one for me, since I am a no good cheating drunk, as she so affectionately calls me." He ranted, finally pausing to breathe after pacing around the room watching as Friedlander eyes followed his every move, occasionally scribbling something on his notebook and throwing in the ever so often nod to give the illusion he actually was paying attention. For all Michael knew, Friedlander was making out a list of ways to spend the newfound fortune he was set to make on his latest client.

"Well Michael, are you those things?"

"What things doc?"

"Are you a cheating alcoholic like your wife Amanda accuses you of being?"

"Do I enjoy a drink or two or seven on the daily basis? Sure, who doesn't? And after all those years in the line of work that I was in I think I have earned my fair share of drinks and the ability to drink by the pool without judgement and if she has a problem with that that is just too fucking bad!"

"Michael, you're avoiding the main part of the questions." Friedlander stated, looking at the clock and knowing that their session would be coming to a close soon.

"You know she is no angel…"

"Michael you're still avoiding the question. An eye for an eye mentality makes the whole world go blind"

"Yeah, well I didn't intend for shit to go the way it did but now I'm in deep and fucked. It started off as me planning a quick fix, I was out to get revenge. Sure she had cheated before, but this time was deeper and harder. Before when I had busted her it was always with someone close to our age and she always seemed to regret what she had done, but not this time. This time I caught her with the pool boy, some fucking pretty boy who barely spoke any English except he always knew how to say 'Yes Mrs. De Saaaaaaanta', and he was half her age which was a low blow to the ego that is for sure, but I was going to brush it off, just like I did before, and like she had done for me before, but no, this time was different. She didn't seem sorry to get busted, not this time. She seemed angry for interrupting their little fucking party they had going on by the pool. I got pissed Doc so I did what any man would do,"

"And that is Michael?"

"I went to the strip joint down the street and intended to drink and fuck until I felt nothing, a feeling I know a lot about these days. And that is where things started to stray from the plan, you see I was just going to go in, find a decent looking broad, and fuck her senseless but you see I never made it to the bar before I did a complete one-eighty from the plan." Michael explained looking down at the ground with his head in his hands suddenly regretting not canceling the appointment. "I didn't intend to go in that night and start an affair, I wanted a fling, I wasn't looking for someone to start a fucking relationship with, but like everything else in this crazy thing I call my fucked up life, it happened whether I wanted it to or not. I've done some horrible things in my life. I've killed a fuck ton of people, I ran drugs and whores, and I've stolen everything I could get my hands on in order to get the life I wanted, and I thought all those things got me the miserable fucking life I have now, but boy, I must've done something good in this fucked up lifetime to deserve this beautiful mess I am living in right now baby."