Growing up, Jack didn't really have friends, jack was always a popular person but he mostly liked sticking to himself because he didn't really like to trust anybody because from growing up in the life he did trusting someone was the worst thing you can do. Jack did not have a father growing up, his dad would always have to leave for "work", but in reality jacks dad was never ready for a kid, so instead he decided to leave and choose drugs over jack. Jacks dad did sometimes decide to pop up, but it was never with good intentions. Jacks dad also had a very abusive dad who also had an addiction, so in a way Jack was always doomed from the start. Jack thought that addiction was the way to cope, I mean after all everybody else used it as a way to cope. This sent Jack into a downwards spiral he couldn't see himself leaving. Pretty soon after all the physical and mental abuse, all the substance abuse, Jack finally decided he was going to involve himself with people so he could learn to protect himself. Jack ended up turning to a lifestyle that he was not ready for. See deep inside Jack knew that he never really wanted to love this dangerous lifestyle he was living, but he felt like he was meant for it. Jacks family loved the lifestyle, jacks father was even in it, so Jack seen this as maybe an opportunity to bond with his father. Unfortunately this didn't happen, it sent Jack into a deeper hole. More drugs, more guns, more pointless sex with random hoes that would lead him no where except deeper into this sadness he was feeling. Pretty soon Jack realized he was depressed. Jack never knew what this was, he didn't know how to feel about it because his entire life he was told depression wasn't real and that you had to "man up" and not cry about shit that happens. So Jack turned to xanax. This feeling from this little pill gave Jack this braindead feeling that took all the pain away from him. Jack finally thought he had found the answer until 1 day. Jack was just living his regular life, until he got this fire under him. Jack needed more, Jack wanted to just take so many pills, that maybe he would be lucky enough to not wake up and maybe, just maybe he wouldn't have to deal with this pain anymore. So Jack took 5 Xanax that night, hoping and praying that it would be the last ones he ever seen. Fortunately Jack woke up, and then just tried to continue on with his life. He was just so tired, tired of drug dealing, tired of living the same ghetto lifestyle that had got him to this depressed point. 1 day Jack decided that he felt like going out to party with his friends. Jack never really got into partying, it was never really his thing, simply because it wasn't making him money and it wasn't getting him high and at the time that's all Jack was interested in. This particular day Jacks friends decided to bring this 1 person along with them to party. They asked Jack if it was okay and of course Jack did not care he just wanted to relax and enjoy the party with everyone.
