For Gurgy, thanks for wanting these back.

BTW, in this one-shot. Stacy died over in Japan, so this ficket is a little….violent. Enjoy. The next ones will be happier, I promise.

Song: "Loser", by Beck

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For a couple of minutes, Albert felt a numb, dry pain. With butane in his veins and a stain on his shirt, he was in complete and total agony. His blood slowly curling into a bright purple color and with no adults around, Albert had absolutely no distractions, no worries. His mind was fixated on only one thing. Only one object of desire, only one possible source of happiness…..

Stacy.

Stacy had left him. Stacy had betrayed him. "Til death do you part" was just a way to save face. She was gone, and the only way he could drown out the sadness was by going to night raves and loading up on butane and methanol. He still remembered how much of a loser, how much of an idiot he was for cheating on her.

Sighing, he stumbled out onto the dance-floor, lethargic and, after a few minutes, breathless. His last thoughts were two things.

The first one was…"I'm a loser, baby so why don't cha kill me?"

The second was a little less complicated….

Stacy