The smell was almost to much to stand. Sitting next to a grabage can was not my idea of a Friday night, but that's where I found myself. The rank of the New York waste was definitely getting to me, but I couldn't find myself to walk away. Lately I've been on some sort of journey, attempting to find myself, and this time it brought me to a dark alley near two garbage cans outside of a bar. For being behind a bar, it was surprisingly quiet. It could possibly be that the bar is closed tonight, but there was hardly an noise coming from it. It was apparent why i lead myself here. I believe it was here that it happened. This is the place where I was dumped just 7 years ago at the age of 13.

It was a day like any other, and my father was being particularly nice that day. He had brought me to some sort of theme park, bought me cotton candy, and he even went on most the rides with me. It never occured to me that it would be the last time I saw him. Before this bar was here, and all of the buildings, there was a carnival here. He said we were going to go to it, which was hard to believe considering we had just went to a theme park, but I believed him. I proceeded to the trash can to throw away my cotton candy that I had been eating from the previous theme park, while he waited in line to buy tickets. When I turned around to walk back to him, he wasn't in line. In fact, he wasn't anywhere to be found. I sat at that garbage can for awhile, and that was the last I heard from him. My mother and brother lived in Greece, so I could have turned back and lived with them, but instead I chose to live here. By amancipating myself, and being put on a foreign exchange program, I was able to stay in the country.

So now I found myself in this exact spot that it happened. My eyes were closed as I held the small flashback from the day my father left. Even though it was over, I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to open them and look upon the world that it had become. I brought a small cup to my mouth that contained a bit of Captain Morgan. True, I was a few monthes under age, but who really waiting until they were twenty-one? Where I come from, everyone starts drinking at thirteen, so it wasn't unatural for me to drink at the age of twenty. I was never one to get drunk, no matter how much I drank, I was never able to get myself drunk. Of course, I never exactly tried to get myself drunk, but everyone else around me seemed to be doing it by 'accident'.

"Yo dude, I'm a bit stressed out right now. Do you got a couple fags I could burrow?"

I opened my eyes to see a man in front of me, who could barely stand up. He wore a brown jacket, blue jeans, and his eyes were a bit blood shot. Obviously, while I was out in my own world, the bar had really started to party. Loud music and yelling could now be heard from the bar. The man in front of me reaked of alchohol. That wasn't the my first clue that he was drinking though, he also held a black bottle of some red liquid in his hand.

"Why do you smoke? It's disgusting, it's addicting, it'll ultimately be the death of you in the long run, and it's expensive. Look at you, now you're trying to bum some off of me. Pathetic.Well sorry bud, but I obviously don't smoke. You're going to have to find some other low life to get some smokes"

Although I had just 'chewed this man out' as some would say, you stood unphased. He actually smiled at me, like I had said something nice to him, but in fact, I had just insulted him. Then suddenly it registered in his mind that I had insulted him, and his facial expression totally changed. That's how I knew that he was not only drunk, but he was high aswell. Being a former pot head myself, I knew that your brain registered things later than they actually occured.

"Yo bro, what is your problem? I'm just trying to get some cigerettes. Then you have to give me this long lecture that I didn't even understand. Alright, whatever. You got something I could drink then?"

"Oh yes, I always carry around some alchohol when I am meditating in a near a garbage can. It looks as if you're already drunk even buddy."

Wow. I felt kind of sad. Not just for this pathetic excuse for a man, but for me. I was being sarcastic with the drunkest man ever, someone who probably wouldn't even remember this in the moring. Thinking twice, I could actually have some fun with this guy, but then I thought again, and went back to the sympathy idea.

"I have a question for you, dude. Okay, like a couple minutes or hours ago or something, i was hitting on this girl, right? And she told me that I was whiter than her butthole. I mean, that is such a turn off. Don't you think that is such a turnoff? Don't ever say that to your boyfriend, k?"

Hearing the beginning of this man's sentence, I actually thought it would be an intelligent question. I was obviously wrong.

"Umm..yeah, sure, just don't dirnk anymore, k?"

I answered in disgust and distance. I was actually looking to get back to my flashbacks. Compared to this, my flashbacks were something to look forward too. Although they were painful, I love remembering my past. They make me remembere who I am, and where I came from.

"What are you talking about? i haven't had anything to drink yet. Not a sip"

I was never that much of a drinker myself, as I previously stated, I've never been drunk before, but I've heard storys. Slimz once said that when you get drunk, you do deny it, and don't know that you are actually drunk. From the looks of this man in front of me, and what he was saying, Slimz was right.

"I can pretty much smell it on you. You can't exactly lie about drinking alchohol"

"What? Who? Who can you smell it on? Me or him?"

Oh my god, I had truley forgotten how much fun drunk people can be.

"Who's him? Sorry to burst your bubble buddy, but you're pretty much the only person here besides me"

He gazed next to him, and smiled at absolutley nothing next to him. Then he went over to a pole and put his arm on it, like it was a true person. It was quite amusing, and I was getting a kick out of watching, and talking to this guy.

"What are you talking about? Are you drunk or something? He's right here. My good friend Richard. Can you smell alchohol on me or him, cause we haven't had anything to drink. Just so you know or anything. I was just wondering and everything. You know?"

That brought a smile to my face. I don't know why, but to me, it was pretty funny.

"Uhhh...both of you then."

"WOOOOO!"

I have found him ladies and gentlemen! I have found the next Ric Flair! Atleast that's what I thought after I heard this man 'Wooo!' out of nowhere. Well, maybe not the next Ric Flair. Maybe the next Ric Flair impersonater, the ones the sign all the autographs when you don't feel like getting out of bed. Anyway, 'Wooo!" is all he said when he left. Kind of bizzaire, yes, but not to bizzaire for a random drunk guy I met near a dumpster.

He sort of reminded me of Shaun Andrews. In all of Andrews' promos he seemed to be drunk, or on the verge of getting drunk. He's obviously some sort of alchoholic, no doubt. Maybe that's how he wrestles. Just gets as screwed up as possible, with as much liquer as possible, then go out and do whatever crazy shit he does. It doesn't matter anyway, I doubt he remembers the win the next day. The thing about Shaun Andrews, is that he thinks he's the biggest thing to DW or professional wrestling for that matter. Going up against the likes of Locke Ripley and Caleb Quick in this tournament, he still gaurentees to come out as the victor. Even I have more common sense then to expect to win against Locke Ripley.

Enough about Andrews though. He had his moment last week when he back body dropped me through a wooden horse filled with thumbtacks. Last week was about Andrews, and this week was going to be about me and my match with Orrin Stranger. Orrin is one interesting individual, and that's why I am not expecting myself to forget this match anytime soon.

"Hey friend dude buddy guy, Richard and I are back with some booze"

The man crept back into the alley, with an actual real man named Richard this time. Well, I assumed his name was Richard. but I wasn't exactly sure. I could never really tell when drunk men were telling the truth. I heard that when you're drunk all of your secrets come out, but then again you aren't thinking clearly.

"Oh great, just what I was waiting for"

More sarcasm from yours truley.

"Do I know you? You look familiar. I think I know you from somewhere. Did I go to high school with you? No, I don't think I ever went to high school. I don't know, maybe."

"Yeah, that was probably it, Richard."

"You know dude, you are my best friend, you know that. You've always been there for you, and you've just like neve let me down. I've known you for my whole life, and it's just been a long time, and you're just my best friend, and I miss you"

"Oh yes, I see how a couple minutes could be a long time, and therefore dub me your best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend, man"

"Oh yes of course, no doubt, but you're my second best friend, which is better than my first best friend"

"Wow. This is truley pathetic of me. I am sitting near a garbage can with a couple of drunks, who believe I am their best friend, on a Friday night. This is a new low for me. I thiik I am going crazy. I was obviously a deprived child if this is what it's come too"

"Hey! I think I know where I know you from. You play on the television don't you? I've seen you. Like on Tuesday, I saw you die"

"You saw me die, eh? Wow, amazing how I am still sitting right in front of you. I didn't die you idiot!"

"No, I am pretty sure you died"

"Tuesday at Hellfire, I did not die! I got body dropped through a wooden horse that was filled with thumbtacks, hardly considered dying, although it did sting. That win went to Shaun Andrews head, and apparently he now thinks he can compete in this tournament thing. Ha! That's a laugh! I will personally make it so, that Shaun Andrews doesn't come out on top. Honestly, I should get the golden grudge award, because I never let anything go, let alone a fluke win by Shaun Andrews."

"Don't you have some cowboy guy this week or something?"

"Of course, Mr. Stranger. Not exactly a cowboy, but you get the idea. Where has Orrin Stranger been, by the way? I almost question as to wether or not he is going to show up for Hellfire. Who could blame him though? After than devastating fisherman suplex through the table, I would be afraid to go one on one with me, aswell. Plus, this Hellfire match is a tables and Chairs match. True, I was looking forward to this match thouugh, not having Andrews around and all. Just Orrin and me. But by the looks of it, it's not going to happen"

"Ralph O. Morris, where have you been? It seems that you and Mr. Stranger haven't been seen ever since Hellfire. Are you scared ROM? Not just of me, but of Orrin, aswell. Are the pressures of being a champion getting to you Mr. Morris? Because after the last Hellfire, it appears that