Happiness was suppose to be a guarantee when you enter this world. Sometimes it is, others, not so much. I used to be happy. Now I struggle to find happiness in anything. Losing someone important to you can damage a persons heart. Losing Jack Stone did that to me. Finding happiness is a struggle and I'm learning that struggle. How does one even search for lost happiness? Well you start with a flaming bag of bad boy at your feet and go from there, that's how.