You ask Woman after Woman out. They can smell your desperation and it makes you a loser in they're eyes. They want to be mastered, dominated. Losers like you are worthless to them. Coke, yeah right, you can't even score weed anymore. Your stomach has gone bad and you vomit any booze you put in it up before you have time to catch a buzz. Life sucks worse now then ever before. Could death be any worse? Suicidal thoughts warble in your head....