This is the Third story in the WAF Journey series. Haven’t seen Stevie in awhile, not since she left the next morning after her ‘I’m getting married so fuck me’ night. Hell I just considered it my gift to her knowing I sure as hell wasn’t invited to her wedding. Maybe if I was lucky she’d return my gift sometime. I know she’ll be married, but I’m no fucking saint, so what the hell do I give a shit. Ah, who am I fucking kidding, it was probably more like a ‘farewell asshole’ fuck and I’ll never see her again. Not that way anyhow. Who the hell cares, I got laid. This third story is the continued journey of a man caught in a hell he calls life. A dead end job, a friend who he works with that he loves and hates all at the same time. A man who finds himself drinking too much, taking pills to function, and hating every thing that everyone with status has and stands for. The ones who look down on him and use him up. What he has to do to make this only life he has as bearable as possible. Drinking, drugs, sex, and the shit work he has to do are all this poor bastard has. Luckily he has a course sense of humor.