Punk is pissed at himself, at Randy, at the world in general. Everything had gone so well the other night, he had been relaxed with Randy on top of him enjoying the feeling and then he froze up briefly but long enough for Randy to notice and put an abrupt end to their recreational fun despite Punks protests of being fine. Randy had firmly told him until he could go through with this without looking at him like he was forcing this upon Punk there would be no penetration. On top of that meeting Randy's family had gone horrible they all seemed nice enough but while they were all drinking and partying Punk was alone they barely spoke to him and Bob had offered him a beer more than once despite both he and Randy explaining Punk didn't drink ever it was like Randy's dad saw that as a challenge hell at one point Punk thought about taking the damn beer just to hold so the man would stop asking him. Now he was at Raw watching his fiancé attack one of his best friends and not being allowed to wrestle or even cut a stupid promo because he had skipped his last therapy appointment and Chris was being an ass. Plus apparently Randy wanted to make sure he didn't freak out in the ring and was planning on testing him within the next few days. He wondered why Randy had even dragged him along but then remembered John and Daniel both had to be here and Colt had an appearance so he had no babysitter. All of this just showed him that the world was out to get him and it was making Punk very cranky and he was taking it out on curious coworkers who welcomed him back and asked if he was okay. He had snapped at nearly everyone and was about to lose it on the red-head in front of him. He now understood what Randy met by Eva throwing herself at him he was trying to tone it down and explain to the girl gently that he wasn't interested but she was not taking the hint. "No seriously if you need anything at all just call me, or text, or stop by my room. I'm great at massages and no how to help a guy like you relax if ya know what I mean."
Punk knew what she was implying and went to respond like the asshole he was when his phone went off he grabbed it looking a t the text. Seeing it was from Paul's ex and the mother of his children he hesitated before opening it. He read over the message and groaned Paul was suppose to have the kids and had never shown up of course she was asking if he knew where the man was. He quickly replied that he had no clue as he was not on speaking terms with Paul but that if he saw him he tell him to give her a call. He knew that was never going to happen and the guilt he'd been pushing aside snuck into his mind again. He realized Eva was still standing there and looked up at her. "I get your asking me to have sex with you Eva and that is never ever going to happen, aren't you getting married and if you're not just so you know I am. However I could use a friend, if you want to be my friend and wouldn't mind doing a small favor for me I am sure I could mention your name the next time I talk to Vince." She immediately brightened and nodded at him he stood leading her down the hallway to Randy's locker room.
"So the rumors are true" she stated and he turned frowning at her "the ones about you and Randy together and apparently engaged though that's not from rumors yo just told me. Guess I've been barking up the wrong tree. But wouldn't mind having a friend in a position like yours so what is this favor. Want me to take out a dive, or date one of your friends?" Punk rolled his eyes puling out his wallet he grabbed a wad of cash.
"Rumors nice must everyone gossip like they are in high school. No nothing that complicated I'm assuming you know everyone around here and how to get a hold of stuff that people would frown upon seeing me purchase and the gossip mill would spread like wildfire." She seemed confused for a moment and he groaned dealing with her was going to give him a headache. "Pills Eva do you know where to get pills that would say help you relax?" Realization flashed across her face.
"Yeah I mean I know who to go too. You need to be more specific on what you want, muscle relaxer, painkiller, downers, there are all different kinds of pills available Punk, are these for Randy is he using again I didn't think you would be the type to purchase his boyfriend drugs but whatever floats your boat." Punk shook his head thinking maybe this was too much effort.
"First off never confirmed I was with Randy just sharing a locker room, and traveling with him. . . Everyone knows don't they?' She nodded and shrugged at the same time as to say who cares. "Secondly sure it's for Randy we will leave it at that, and apparently I support my drug addicted friends. I don't want anything that would knock me out just keep me relaxed when I get worked up. So maybe a painkiller I don't know just here" he shoved the money into her hand "get whatever and text me when you have it but make it quick Eva. Randy may be a huge part of the show tonight but I don't want him finding out about this. This is just between us if you want me to encourage a push for you." She tucked the money into her top and gave him a smile that in his opinion was fake and showed way too much teeth.
"Sure just between us as long as you keep your word. I'll get you some painkillers, maybe a anti-anxiety, or sedative you seem a little cranky like you need sleep. It will only take me about fifteen minutes. You do know you could get a prescription for this shit though, be cheaper and less illegal." Punk wanted to smack her but forced him self to smirk at her.
"Eva if I wanted a script I would make a phone call that is not what I want if I had a script people would know I don't want people to know now could you please go before Randy comes in. He doesn't like you as it is." She laughed and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she left. He hoped she got the pills quick and he could trust her. He highly doubted he could but she happen to be there when he realized what he needed. He needed something to take the edge off, help him relax when he was in the ring, with Randy, or trying to sleep which he had done seriously little of in the last two weeks and was beginning to think he was experience sleep deprivation and was a few minutes from hallucinating of course that could be why he was getting the pills because his rationale mind had taken a vacation and for some reason in his current state a little help to get through the day sounded brilliant.
Punk looked up as the door to the room opened and Randy walked in, he smiled at his fiancé taking in the sweaty body and heaving chest he whistle in appreciation. "Damn Randal if you didn't have to back on in a little bit to be the face of the WWE I would so ravage you right here right now. Who knew those tiny trunks were so damn sexy." Randy laughed walking over he gave Punk a quick kiss which is all he had given Punk since he tiny freak out in bed.
"Thanks babe I'll keep your lust over my tights in mind for the future. I need to go grab some water and take a quick breather before my last segment I get to have my ass handed to me by big show doesn't that sound fun."
"Sounds like more fun than sitting here" Punk muttered softly but Randy still over heard him and rubbed Punk's back gently.
"Your own fault on this one, just keep your appointments and he will clear you. Vince is chomping at the bit to have you back on screen though he won't say anything because of what you've been through." Punk looked up at him chewing on his lip ring thinking he should come clean with Randy but almost afraid of what the man would think of him if he knew how weak he was becoming. So instead he shoved the sweaty man away from him.
"Go get your water, chill out. I'm going to stay here was going to give Chez a call tell her we are moving and looking for houses this week. She'll want to help with picking the perfect place. Do you know that everyone knows about us? How long have they known?" Randy shrugged casually at Punk walking towards the door.
"Tell Chez hi for me and that I adore her. Yes I am aware they know I started to hear the rumors after I took out Axel and Cryback. Who really cares what they think though I'll be back in a bit." Randy left and Punk opened the text he had received a few minutes before, standing he went to meet Eva. She was leaning against Punk's bus as he approached they had agreed to travel in his bus as it was easier than Punk moving all his comic books, movies, and games plus it was comfy. He raised an eyebrow at her smirk stopping a few feet away from her.
"Invite me in Punk I've always wanted to see what your bus looks like." She was flirting and it made him ground his teeth together in annoyance.
"YouTube it there's a video of my bus. Do you have what I asked for?" She nodded looking around a few times. She walked over and he tensed as she kissed his cheek but felt her hand on his pocket and when she moved back he could feel the addition of weight.
"Be careful with those, the white ones are codeine very powerful shit if abused or someone takes too much. The rest you shouldn't abuse either, percs, and some anti-anxiety pills, as well as a mild muscle relaxer shouldn't knock you out may make you sleepy though." He just nodded and walked past her to his bus, shutting the door firmly once he was aboard to make sure she didn't follow. He walked down to his bedroom pulling out the baggy he realized he had just participated in a drug deal and wondered where his beliefs had gone. His head gave him the answer and he cringed you lost them when you were chained to a dirty mattress he quickly shook the thought away knowing nothing pleasant laid down the path of thought so he studied the ills in the baggy wonder which white ones she met to be careful with there were at least three different white pills along with an assortment of colors. He finally gave up figuring it out and pulled out one of the white pills deciding he would just have to try all three of them and see which one kicked his ass. He hid the baggy in his closet full of comics tucking them safely behind the graphic novels. HE knew Randy would never look in this cubby for anything. He then walked to the kitchen area opening the small fridge he grabbed a bottle of water. Unscrewing the bottle he popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it down with a mouth full of the cool liquid. True till death he thought looking at his knuckles. Yet somehow he didn't feel as bad as he knew he should, the thing was Phil Brooks had died in that cabin and Punk was still trying to figure out who the man who had emerged was. He grabbed his phone and sat on the sofa knowing if he didn't call Chez Randy would find out. So he hit the speed dial for his sister and waited hoping he could leave a message of course he wasn't that lucky.
"Hey Phil, hows it going?" Chez always seemed to chipper and he wondered how they had become best friends.
"I'm good, before I forget Randy says hi and he adores you. So how are you?" He could feel Chez fuming at the mention of Randy. She had not forgiven him for everything, including stealing her best friend away. So while Colt was telling all there friends how great Randy was Chez was telling everyone the opposite and Punk was going to have to address this at some point, with his sister and his adopted family and his friends.
"Tell Randy to go fuck himself, I miss you Phil when are you coming home?" Punk sighed this was how all their conversation had gone lately.
"Randy prefers to fuck me thank you very much and he may be big but I don't know if fucking yourself is possible, hmm have to Google that sometime. I'm coming to Chicago soon to sign the closing on my house and pack up my shit to move but its not my home anymore. Wherever Randy is well that's home." He could swear he could hear her roll her eyes. "Though we are moving but not to Chicago someplace either in Connecticut or Maine. Haven't decided yet have a few houses we are looking at. Before you ask its because we can legally get married in those states and well Randy and I are engaged." He heard the shriek and sighed as she began to lecture him, he listened for what felt like hours before he began to fade off. He could still hear her ranting but found she sounded further away and listening was getting harder, he wanted to sleep he realized and it was overtaken his mind. "Gotta go Chez. . . talk to you. . .later... sleepy" With that he fumbled with the phone turning it off, he thought briefly he should text Randy and let him know where he was but the tiredness was overtaken him and he curled up on the sofa.
Drifting off into a deep drug induced sleep, not knowing a concerned Chez had called Colt who told her to call Randy and when she refused Colt had called the man himself. Explaining that Punk had been on the phone with Punk and he seemed distant and was slurring his words and ended the call abruptly. Randy thanked him and continued his search for Punk of course finally locating him in the last place he looked. Randy walked onto the bus and threw his hands in the air with a frustrated growl, Punk was sound asleep on the sofa his phone on the floor with several missed text and calls from Randy. He grabbed the phone putting it on the table, he left briefly to retrieve their bags and say bye to John and Bryan who were going home for a little while. He returned to the bus and ever so gently scooped Punk up his boyfriend snuggled into his chest and his eyes briefly fluttered open. "Hi baby, tired... sleeping...love you" Punk murmured before sleep over took him again. Randy swallowed hard and carried him down to the bed he stripped the man down to his boxers running his fingers along the straight edge tattoo across his stomach and then the word free on his knuckles. Unable to shake the look of Punk's eyes when he looked at Randy. He prayed this was just from the lack of sleep but had a feeling he needed to keep his eye on Punk and prayed he was heading down a path that Randy couldn't follow, because god knows his recovery was unstable as it was if Punk was doing drugs that could spell disaster for both. He took a deep breath and settled beside of Punk as the bus began moving, he hoped a fresh start would be the beginning of a better future for both. He stroked Punk's hair and whispered into the sleeping mans ear "Please don't do this to us, we may not survive. Stop before its to late. You have my heart be careful with it."
Two weeks on nothingness, or being numb and not giving a fuck, of living in a void and nodding when asked questions, of avoiding people and shutting everyone out. Two weeks of just not caring, the annoying attitude gone replaced by a person who wanted nothing more than to sleep, or just disappear. He cared about nothing, wrestling was on the back burner avoided as it took energy and concentration. Therapy was non-existence and he avoided Dr. Amann like the plague, hell he avoided everyone but Randy who hadn't said a word to Punk but he knew that Randy knew he was popping pills. Yet his boyfriend didn't say a word just looked at him with worried eyes and attempting to engage the smaller man in conversations that went no place. Punk loved randy with all his heart and often felt guilt for shutting him out along with everyone else but when that occurred he popped another pill and went back to the empty bliss.
Everyone is worried, talking behind his back, and looking for answers which is why Punk's family was in his Chicago home helping Randy and Punk pack though Punk was sitting on the balcony doing nothing while Randy led the process. Punk occasionally looked into what was going to be his former home soon to see Chez, Hero, Joe, Colt, Cody, Ace, John, Bryan, and Randy talking softly in a group this would have normally concerned him yet he didn't have the energy or desire to care. He probably would have been more alarmed if he realized his therapist and the doctor were also in the house but they were out of his direct line of sight so he had no clue they were there. He looked in again and saw Randy talking with Colt's new number one fan Cody and felt jealousy rise up they had talked an awful lot today. He looked over the horizon thinking how much he missed Chicago. The slider opened and Randy walked out sitting down beside of Punk "Do you need anything? W should be done for the day in a few more hours, you have a lot of comics we are going to need a comic room at the new house." Punk glanced at him and stood.
"I'm fine Randy just need a drink which I can get on my own. Doesn't really matter if the house isn't big enough we can just throw the comics away I don't care." He felt Randy's frown more than saw as he walked inside going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water he needed another pill if they were going to be stuck here longer. He froze when he entered the kitchen seeing his therapist Derrick and Chris sitting talking between themselves. Puzzle pieces clicked into place and he growled lowly going to the fridge he yanked it open scanning the selves. He drummed his fingers atop the fridge door anger beginning to bubble under the surface of his skin Randy had orchestrated this, Randy had betrayed him and the numbness in Punk was replaced the rage squarely aimed at the viper. He grabbed a bottle of his water and one of Randy's beers he stormed back out of the kitchen he glanced around seeing Randy standing in the balcony door way he debated and then just flung the bottle of water aiming at Randy's head. Randy ducked and it bounced effectively off the glass door, he didn't say a word to Punk knowing already the man was pissed and speaking would probably make it worse. Punk stood there his olive eyes glaring daggers at Randy. The viper glanced at the beer bottle in Punks hand and then raised an eyebrow wondering if Punk would show his true colors in front of everyone here, he was positive along with drugs Punk was drinking just hadn't caught him at it yet. Punk needed something to take off the edge and could care less suddenly who was watching he twisted the cap off the glass bottle a raised the bottle in a salute to Randy before drinking the contents, despite the fact he found the taste like warm piss. He heard a couple people gasp and wondered why they were here if they didn't believe Randy in the first place.
"Turning into your dad now?" Punk felt all control slip away at Randy's words and the half empty bottle shattered against the glass door behind Randy.
"FUCK YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE." Punk turned and stormed for the door only to find it blocked by John. "MOVE! MOVE!" He tried to push past John but the man refused to move, this enraged him more and he heading back towards the kitchen but not before grabbing a vase and chucking it again at Randy's head hating that the man kept avoiding the objects.
"Are you done throwing shit at me?" Randy asked lowly stopping Punk in his tracks and voice was deep and demanding and alerted Punk to the fact that he was pushing Randy's buttons."
"Probably not what you going to do about it? Going to spank me again bring it the fuck on this is all your fault anyways. You and Paul went out of your way to destroy my life, you sold your soul to the devil and decided to fucking torture me. Well congratulations the Punk you fell for is dead and could give a flying fuck about you so why the hell don't you leave. I hate you Randal, I fucking hate you and despise your touch so just leave! Why don't you go be with Cody if you want him so badly I see the way you look at him" Randy didn't say a word at first, slowly slithering across the room a hard edge to his body language he stood in front of Punk s chest heaving he leaned down and ran his tongue slowly along Punk's neck the snake tasting his prey. He grabbed a handful of Punk's hair yanking his head back he felt the tremble in Punk's body and smirk.
"You don't hate me, you can be mad at me, you can throw my mistakes in my face but that will eventually get old. You can lash out but we both know if I left you'd call me in five minutes to come back so don't bother with idle threats. I never sold my soul to the devil I am the devil you know that Phillip. A spanking is probably what you fucking need right now, is that what you want me to do put you over my knee in front of all your friends and show them how much you despise my touch. You are acting like a petulant child and I am done with it. I've tried coddling you, I've tried reasoning with you, I've tried surrounding you with friends and family yet you lash the hell out so now you get me at full asshole mode. Though the look in your eyes is telling me this is what you want, am I turning you on right now Punk?" Randy walked Punk backwards until his back connected to the wall, his hand slid to Punks throat squeezing lightly the desire shinning in Punk's eyes is distracting him from his purpose. Everyone in the room is quiet and staring, well except for a few who are looking away and Bryan who is looking at John seductively, the dominating quality in Randy's voice making him want to grab John and find an empty room.
Randy squeezed tighter and Punk moaned catching everyone off guard he pressed himself against Randy. "Alone now" he whispered to Randy pleadingly. The bigger man shook his head.
"What are you on?" Randy demanded and Punk leaned back against the wall the tone in Randy's voice left little room for argument and he had a feeling that if he cooperated he could get Randy alone the way he desperately needed.
"Pills I'm taking pills, downers to help me relax no illegal substances just not prescribed to me."
"Where are they? Who got them for you?" Punk took a deep breath knowing if he gave up the pills and who gave them to him he was not going to get anymore soon. He pouted lightly and Randy dug his fingers into the sensitive skin of Punk's neck.
"There in my gym bag, and I have some on the bus behind the comics. I agreed to put in a good word for Eva Marie is she got them for me."
"Don't move" warned Randy as he let go walking across the room to Punk's bag, he rifled through until he found the pills. He examined the baggy and stalked back across the room. "The codeine have you been taking a lot of it?" Punk looked at the baggy and shrugged.
"Which one is it?" Randy growled and held up one of the pills.
"This one and are you fucking telling me that you don't know what the hell you are putting in your body." Punk shrugged again and Randy wanted to punch him in the face.
"No I tried that one once and didn't like how it made me feel so I was avoiding it. She told me what most of it was just wasn't really listening." Randy held the baggy out to Dr. Amann who examined the pills, he nodded at Randy and a small sigh left him. It wasn't anything to addictive or that Punk would go through withdrawal from as long as he was telling the truth about the codeine
"You are not to touch pills ever again that are not prescribed to you Phil, if you do I will leave." Punk nodded slowly the dominating tone told him Randy was serious. "You and I are going to go have a private conversation, when we are done some of your friends want to talk to you. Then Chris and Derick are going to meet with you to give you options for treatment centers to go to." Punks eyes widened and he quickly shook his head.
"No please Randy don't make me go away. Please I'll stop I don't need rehab. He pleaded and Randy had to harden himself.
"It's not rehab, it's a place for you to deal with what happened to get better, and for you to realize that Paul didn't succeed you are still you just in need of a little mending. I'm not making you go away I'll be with you as much as I'm allowed. Stop looking at me like that, it's not the end of the world. You are going, the decision has been made but you get to pick the place. I made the decision for you because you couldn't" Punk rubbed his forehead trying to find a way to argue but seeing none he relented.
"Fine I'll go but only if you are with me as much as possible and can come if I call and need you no matter the time of day or night." Randy felt relieved as Punk pulled him close and buried his face into the vipers neck. John had told him that he was falling as a dom and that's what Punk wanted from him, needed from him somebody to take control while he was so lost. So he turned on his dominating side hoping it didn't back fire and for once it didn't.
"Of course day or night Punkers." He hugged him for a minute pulling back suddenly he gripped Punk's neck again. "One more thing Cody and I are friends, he happens to be falling for your smart ass friend. Your ass is the only ass I want to be inside for the rest of my life do you understand that?" Punk nodded smiling at the blush he could see on both Colt and Cody's faces. Punk was suddenly off his feet and thrown over Randy's shoulder a hand smacking his ass hard when he squirmed. Randy turned towards the group and looked around. "I would suggest leaving for a few hours, or if you stay put on headphones he is not very quiet. Oh also if he screams he is fine, do not come into the room unless you really want to see us in our naked glory. Everyone except Colt, just stay out everyone knows you want a piece of this." Punk laughed as he saw Colt's mouth looking like a fish trying to think of a retort. Randy turned towards the doctors, "I'm sure you both have other shit to do so how about I call you when Punk and I are done. After all I'm sure you could go write notes on how dysfunctional our relationship is. So have fun with that see ya." Randy carried Punk down the hallway walking past the room Punk had started using after the attack in his home. He walked into Punks actual bedroom and tossed him on to the bed.
"I don't want to be in here, this isn't my room." Punk tried to stand and Randy held him down, shaking his head no.
"Do you want me to fuck you? Feel me inside of you?" Punk quickly nodded his head yes getting hard at just the thought. "Then its going to happen right here in your bedroom, Paul tried to take this home away from you and so now we are going to take it back. Plus when we move in here I we are not staying in the small room not enough space for our extra curricular activity.
Punk looked confused as Randy settled his weight on to Punk's body.
"Move in here" he asked not sure what the hell Randy met he had sold the home, the closing had already happened.
"I bought this house, I know you love Chicago and this is where you belong. I have no attachment anywhere as long as I am with you and Alanna. Yet you bleed this city, and I refuse to let Paul take this away from you." Punk smiled at Randy's words and then frowned suddenly leaning up against Randy.
"What about getting married you are not backing out of that are you? Illinois doesn't recognize same sex marriage." Randy laughed and kissed Punk passionately sliding his hands under Punk's shirt and tugging on his belly button ring.
"We have the house in Maine we just bought, we can still get married there and have it on the books legally. We can split our time between the two places since I know you loved the ocean view. Illinois does recognize civil unions so we can do that here in Chicago. I have a plan you just have to let go and let me lead." Punk moaned as Randy sucked on his collar-bone.
"Okay you can lead for now, but I like to be in control so eventually I'm going to want it back." Randy chuckled and stood looking at Punk.
"I will always be in control in one way Phil, now get those clothes off right now. I don't want to hear you speak anymore unless it's screaming my name." Punk quickly complied shedding his clothes amazed it didn't trigger him as Paul had demanded he remove his clothes but then again this was Randy and he trusted him. "Remember your safe word?" At Punks nod he stripped his own clothes off and pulled the smaller man to the middle of the bed. Settling on top of him Punks legs wound around his waist. He smashed his mouth against Punk dominating the kiss as their teeth clashed together. He kissed Punk long passed the need for oxygen until he had no other choice but to pull away. Punk's chest heaved and the olive eyes were dark with desire, "I should punish you, spank you so you can't sit for a month. Hell I should whip you until you are a crying mess." He felt Punk shiver at the words and couldn't help the devious grin that spread across his face. "I'm going to do both very soon in the play room I am creating here. For right now I just want to be inside this tight ass." With that he slammed into Punk, they both needed it hard, fast and rough. No preparation, no lube just the feel of two bodies slamming together in passion and in love. Punk never tensed, never freaked out but he did break the rule of no talking begging Randy to come. Screaming please sir loud enough that even with headphones people who had stayed would be able to hear him. They came together both screaming the others name, but neither was finished and the brutal pace turned to making love as Punk rode Randy slowly savoring every moment of having the man deep inside of him, the domination still gleaming in Randy's eyes soothed Punk and allowed him to relax and stay in the moment never freaking out as they reached another climax. Finally spent they laid entwined and Punk looked into Randy's eyes.
"I'm sorry for throwing shit at you, for saying I hate you and everything else that came out of my mouth today. I love Randy, don't ever doubt that even when I am an ass. I'm sorry for the pills and the alcohol. I'm sorry for everything over the last few weeks I'm going to try to get it together just give me time and stick with me kay. By the way is this an intervention?" Randy pulled him into a gentle kiss.
"I love you too and not going anywhere you are stuck with me. Yes its an intervention, Johns idea not mine though." Punk groaned and put his head on Randy's shoulder tracing his tattoo.
"Do they have stupid letters to read, cause I already agreed to get help no need to continue." Randy held him tighter and smiled at his lover.
"Suck it up buttercup, they all want to talk to you and I think the least you could do is listen after being as ass to everyone, they have put up with your shit the least you can do is deal with there love for you for a few hours. Can I ask you something?" Punk nodded at Randy mouthing anything. "Will you tell me about your father?" Punk didn't even tense or start screaming like Randy expected instead he looked sad, and then resigned not answering for several long minutes.
"You heard what Paul said then?" Randy nodded and Punk took a deep breath. "If I tell you everything can we never talk about it again after tonight. I'll talk to Derrick about it if he thinks I need to, but I only want to talk to you about it once and then never see you look at me with pity in your eyes because I had a horrible childhood after tonight. I need him not to be a factor in this relationship okay." Randy just nodded at Punk and waited as the man struggled for the words. "It ain't pretty" Punk stated.
Thanks for reading everyone, there are only a few more chapters to go in this but I already have a few ideas for a new story just have to decide on the pairing I want to do next. It will be Punk paired with Cena, Colt, or Raven haven't fully decided yet. I also have a one shot in mind with Chris Hero from Punk's indy days just need to make up my mind. I may do a sequel to this in the future also. My Punk muse has so taken over my brain. Please review everyone I appreciate it greatly.