Every sip of my beer seems serial, but I don't know why... My life is perfect, I shouldn't feel like this... My wife is loving, my kids are amazing, my dog and cat are cute as hell and get along so well. I earn good money and my job doesn't make me want to make me shoot brains out. I have the perfect life. Blink. Where's my dog? Blink. Whres my cat? Blink. Whres my kids? Blink. I'm alone. I'm not ever drinking a beer... It... Its apple juice... Whats happened to my life? I'm freaking out! My life was good to me and it was all a dream? Wha- what happened? Why am I cold? Why am I younger? Why am I alone? My mind is crazy... I mastered mind over matter and dreamed up a life to the extent where I thought... It was true... What is this thing I see in the mirror? I don't recognize myself... This isn't me. I had a life. This isn't true. This deamon I see before me is making me go insain. This deamon... Is... Is... Its smiling at me in my confusion... It know I know... Its playing a game... The game of my life... And I just lost...
