AN: This chapter is just an intro so you understand his problem and aren't just thrown in to it.
Psycho Withdrawals: Prologue part 1
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Roy had just lost his job. He was starting to make a habit out of that. He only kept that the job for 2 weeks. He was headed in the direction of the bar, but not headed anywhere. He left his in the parking lot, which he had walked by now over a mile from. He saw the bar, and decided to go in. He started crossing the street, and heard a loud honk, and instinctively jumped back. "Watch where you're walking, dumb ass" the man in the car yelled as Roy pressed the button for the crosswalk.
After a minute of waiting the signal turned from the red hand to the green man. The beeping noise beeped 6 times as he walked a little clumsily across and into the bar. He walked up to the bar tender, and asked for a 'Bloody Mary' he drank it and asked for another one. He asked for random drinks many of which contained vodka or rum. After 10-15 drinks, and 4-5 hours later he decided to leave. The bar tender mentioned a taxi and he replied "Naw man, I'm walkin'".
He walked outside and tried to take out a cigarette, but remembered he wasn't a smoker. So he walked to the liquor store, and bought a pack of cigarettes. He lit one and repented at the smell. "Holy crap, how to people smoke this shit…Damn" He coughed for a minute and just walked away. He eventually saw the parking lot where his car was, and though to himself "I'll just move it to a different lot, so it doesn't get towed".
He walked to his car and tried three different keys until he used the right one to open his car. He drove away, and instead of driving to the next lot, he drove to his apartment. He walked to his room, which was on the top floor. He turned on the television and went to the wine cooler and pulled out a bottle of cheap wine. He drank over a quarter of the bottle, and toke out his keys. He stared at a small cabinet in the room. He stood up walked to the cabinet glanced back and forth and opened door, where there was a small box. He unlocked it, and in there, there was marijuana, and needles of heroin. The marijuana being in a quantity much larger. He toke out 2 needles of the 3 needles, put it back when he heard a knock on the door. He closed, and locked the box, answered the door, it was a door-to-door vendor. He then closed the door, and stumbled to his couch, where the wine was. He drank it down and blacked out. This was a regular activity for him. He had fallen to addiction long ago, and his standing up seemed far away.