Tommy Nite Out on the Bar

It is a dreary and dark night, you are in a grimmy dive bar in the lower east side of your respective metropolis. You have drunk 3 beers, four beers? Your work is killing you and your life at home is suffering from it. You are torn between the security and anonymity of the bar, and facing the fire of the real world. Do you: [[Drink]] or [[stop]]

The music takes over you as you order another Rolling Rock, the watery taste hydrates your oesophagus, the music is good, great, but you are feeling something else. You approach the touch tunes. [[touch tunes]]

You decide that you have had enough to drink, at some point you must face reality, that being life. So you decide to get up and leave. [[exit bar]]

You scroll through hundreds of songs and it has a quarter fee per song. You want something with power, do you play? [[Freebird]] or [[40min of Creed]]

A loud and triumphant cheer erupts throughout the bar as you and your other bar patrons wild out. The bar becomes more and more rowdy until the guitar solo. Pure pandemonium erupts and you are thrown out of the bar for enticing the crowd to get rowdy. [[stop.]]

You sit in the bar for the full 40 minutes of Creed. Scott Stap is blessing your ear drums with his god sent voice. A small passionate tear falls down your face as you keep listening. Higher starts to play as the finale of your cue of Creed. Your tears now fall like a waterfall. Although Creed would be a blessing to many people's ears, the other patrons at the bar were not too thrilled. As you cry they throw you out onto the street. You realise you should probably straighten yourself out. [[stop.]]

You exit the bar and are approached by a ragged old man, he looks homeless, but who are you to judge. You look down on your luck and he asks you if you would like to go to the alley to see his "treasure." The man explains that his "treasure" is what gets him through the day. Do you: [[follow]] or [[dont]]

The old man leads you down a dark alley, it is too dark to see the tips of your toes. He urges you to a corner of the alley where he has been staying. A flickering light is the only thing illuminating his rotted mattress. He has you both sit in silence for an awkward amount of time before he starts to speak. [[Alley]]

You decide that it is in your best interest to leave, you look around the front of the bar and start aimlessly wandering the streets of the city. [[Wander]]

You are on the street, feeling a little more rough and worn than when you entered, it could be the beers or it could be your circumstances. You decide to linger outside of the bar and catch your breath. [[exit bar.]]

As you swing in place you are approached by a mysterious man, he looks like a fantasy wizard. He wears a dark cloak and has eyes as blue as the sky. He offers you to follow him into the alley to smoke his herbal product. Do you [[follow]] or [[smoke product in public]]

You ask to smoke right then and there. The wizard is surprised by your bold nature and obliges. You pull a trusty zippo out of your pocket and smoke the small pipe the wizard hands you. The product seems to crackle, pop, and emulsify as you burn it. Half way through your rip you realise, THIS IS CRACK! [[police]]

He asks you if you have ever heard of a "pookie stick." He unsheathed a long glass tube out of a wad of paper towels and brown paper. You see it and understand that this is a crack pipe. The old man is too casual about this, you are torn between trusting a calm old man and leaving. He explains that the pookie will take you to magical places. You contemplate if you should: [[smoke laced]] or [[dont]]

You wander around town for a while and it is getting late. You arrive at an intersection. Do you go: [[left]] or [[right]]

You exhale the crack you mistakenly took in your drunken haze. Your hands start to flash red and blue when you look at them. Your eyes drag up to see the wizard darting into the dark alley. Two large ogres clad in black leather get out of their trusty chariot. They approach you and ask to see your hands. Do you: [[Take off clothes]] or [[Stay and Scrap]]

You agree to smoke with the old man, he shows a glint of happiness. The drag is cold, ice cold. You can feel the crack binding to your body's chemicals, the feeling is like no other. You are left in a lethargic state till the product dies down in your bloodstream. You come back to reality, the high was good, great even. You then think about your family, your real life. Would they be ok with this? Do you feel: [[guilt]] or [[no guilt]]

You feel the guilt and shame of smoking the old man's sweet treasure. You decide to get out of the old man's crack pit. When you leave the alley you feel weak. You can feel the chemical dependence of the drug. Your guilt leaves your mind torn, you contemplate if you should hide your wrong doing to your wife or go check into a rehab clinic to halt the chemicals effects. Do you: [[rehab]] or [[Dont rehab.]]

You feel no shame behind your action. You ask for another rip of "treasure" and end up cuddling up to the old man all night in a crack binge. Your wife tracks you down with your phone location. She wakes you up and realises what you have been doing all night. Your eyes are bloodshot and you are pale. She starts to cry as she sees the wild look in your eye. She asks you to go to rehab. Do you: [[rehab]] or [[no rehab]]

You enter the rehab clinic and feel lost. You have messed up your life through one hit of crack and now you feel stuck. They start to chemically treat you and bring you into group therapy sessions, you start to feel better. You want to get right. [[Get right]]

You look at her in a daze, you have already been entranced by the crack. You shun her away in an aggressive manner. She leaves crying. You turn back to the old man with a grin. He grins back. You spend the next months in a crack haze, you don't even know how much time has passed. [[No rehab, no guilt]]

You decide to hide your actions and deal with the lust for crack. You can only make it around the corner to the front of the bar and the feeling is too much. You make your way right back to the crack den and ask the old man for more of his "treasure." You spend the whole night smoking crack furiously. Your wife tracks you down the next morning and sees your condition. You look like a zombie that has been thrown through a woodchipper. She starts to cry and leaves. She revisits you every night as you continue to stay with the old man. Her visits become more rare the more you consume the "treasure." One morning months later another old man wanders into the alley and bumps into you and recognizes you. He then pulls out an envelope and hands it to you. He says "You have been served" and leaves. You open the envelope and find divorce papers, you pull out your personal pookie stick and smash it. You start to cry. The End.

You graduate the rehab program and feel accomplished. You have done a very difficult task, your wife is proud of you. You leave and start a life anew, you are happy with life and you can even start going back to bars. You feel no attraction to crack. Years later you are at the bar with your new friends. It is 11:30 P.M. and you decide to call it a night. When you leave the bar you are approached by a friend who offers you some crack. Your rehab training leaves your consciousness as you are fearful you might lose your new friend if you refuse. Do you: [[relapse]] or [[stay clean]]

You end up smoking the crack with your friend out of fear of losing him. You know how to hide it now after years of being around crack fiends. Months go by and your wife still doesn't know about your relapse. She does notice you are spending more and more time with your friend. [[continue]]

You refuse to smoke the crack and shun your friend away. You go back home proud that you can refuse the urge to smoke crack. Your life goes on smoothly, and you eventually make it onto a Dr. Phil reality T.V. show. [[motivational speaker]]

You start to walk to the left of the intersection, it is getting late. The ambient noise of the city starts to pick up the farther and farther you walk to the left. You end up stumbling onto the porch of a lively pub. [[pub]]

You head to the right for a while until a cab rolls up next to you. [[taxi]]

He is quiet, you almost don't hear him. He offers you a ride to wherever you need to go. He probably hasn't had a ride in a couple hours at this point. Do you: [[take ride]] or [[dont take]]

You think to yourself, could another hurt? You also realize it is really late and the most responsible decision would be to go home. Do you: [[drink]] or [[Dont]]

One more drink couldn't hurt could it? You stop in and the scene is lively, you have one beer, WHAT! Two beers, WHAT! Three beers, WHAT! All of the beers. You are plastered by the bar's closing time. What was going to be one beer turned into a number only god knows. You Exit the bar in a drunken daze, your passion for wandering takes over as you get to a more rural part of town. You stumble. [[end up in ditch]]

You decide not to go into the pub and start to keep walking down the road until a car pulls up next to you, it is a cab. [[taxi]]

You ask the driver to take you home. He is a quick and smooth driver, he almost puts you to sleep on the way there. You pass all of the bars and alleys that you wandered past earlier. You pay your fare with a handsome tip. When you make it home you stumble upstairs and pass out on top of the covers next to your wife. [[home]]

The night is young and you dont want to leave quite yet, you refuse his offer and continue wandering. [[keep wandering]]

Your wandering takes you to a heavily industrialized strip mall, in the middle of the parking lot, there is what looks like an old McDonalds. As you walk closer and closer you realise it was a McDonalds, but is now a strip club. You eye the joint and contemplate what to do. Do you: [[go in]] or [[go home]]

You decide that going in and looking couldn't hurt no one. When you enter the atmosphere is addicting. The women, all so beautiful, the liquor, all so pretty. It is late but you still have some energy and some money. A stripper says she can make your night. Do you: [[spend]] or [[dont spend]]

You spend all of your money in your wallet for a night with a girl named Cristal Ball All-knowin, and she did treat you right as she said she would. You end up walking home because you spent it all of Ms. Cristal. You stumble into the living room, your wife is waiting. [[She speaks]]

You decide that it is not in your best interest to spend your cash on a stripper. You exit the strip club and don't know how to feel about all of your actions that you have made in the night. Do you feel: [[sad]] or [[happy]]

You end up feeling sad and regretful about your actions of the night. You have cash and take a taxi home. You are neither drunkenly numb nor sober enough to deal with your sadness. You make it home and snuggle up to your wife. She rolls away. You wake up and go to work. This goes on for months. You and your wife grow more distant and the sadder you become. One fateful afternoon after weeks of distance your wife cries as she says she doesnt recognize you anymore, she exclaims "you are void of passion." She says that she needs a break. You know what she means. A tear falls down your cheek. The End.

You are happy with your decisions of the night. You realise that a stripper can never fill the void in your life. You have cash and take a taxi home. You are neither drunkenly numb nor sober enough to process what you are feeling. You end up sleeping on the couch when you arrive home. [[self autonomy]]

You are frightened by these ogres' large nature and you have the bright idea to get naked to distract them. That surely will solve the problem. Like Superman in a phonebooth, you remove your clothes and start to dash down the dark alley the wizard went into. [[dark alley]]

They wanted to see hands, and to you that means one thing. You start throwing them with all of your might. The two ogres engage and eventually fall. Reinforcements arrive shortly after your small victory against the first ogres. This time it is another wizard, but this one pulls out his want and shocks you into incapacitation. You wake up and realise you are in jail and you fought a bunch of cops the previous night. Your bail is too large for your wife to post, you end up being sentenced to 10 years in prison for assaulting a cop. Your wife divorces you and your life is left in shambles. The End.

You barely make it out of the light when the ogres jump on top of you and bind you. By your feet you are taken to their chariot and later their lair. You fall asleep. When you awake you realise you have been arrested. You are dressed in county blues as you wife posts your bail and picks you up. She is disappointed and informs you she is filing for divorce. The End.

You and your friend start to scheme up risky ways of acquiring crack. You get into more and more sketchy deals all while hiding it from your wife. You and your friend find that it is easier to buy in bulk, use it and also sell the product at a profit. The more and more you and your friend do this, the more and more you are away from home. Your wife suspects you are up to trouble. One beautiful afternoon, on a day you are home, you get a knock followed by a large explosion. Swat enters your home and arrests you. They search all of your property and find 50 Kg of crack in your shed. You are sentenced to 20 years in prison for possession and distribution. Your wife visits you for the first time since your incarceration. She doesn't say a word and hands you a file under the bars of the meeting room. She exits as you open it, it is divorce papers. You feel nothing as you read them, you are too far gone from weeks away from crack, you are an empty shell of your former self. The End.

One morning months later another old man wanders into the alley and bumps into you and recognizes you. He then pulls out an envelope and hands it to you. He says "You have been served" and leaves. You open the envelope and find divorce papers. You can barely read as your eyes twitch from extended crack use. You laugh as you sit down and burn the papers. You pull out your personal pookie stick and heat it with the small fire from the papers. You inhale the crack and feel nothing but icy bliss as you laugh. You stay a crackhead until your death. The End.

Networks are charmed by your personality on the show and offer you a deal to replace Dr. Phil himself. You are loved and cherished by millions across the world who watch your show. The show life is all fun and games, you spend more and more time away from home. You and your wife become more and more distant. You are at a convention in Las Vegas years later and your wife ambushes you. She is crying and hands you an envelope. You open it to find divorce papers. You have millions of dollars, but are left feeling a void. The End.

You wake up in a ditch the next morning to over fifty missed calls from your wife and work. You get up and dust all of the dirt off of your clothing. Luckily your home is only a couple miles away, so you decide to hike it. You come home looking rough and wet with sweat. Your wife's eyes look at you with a piercing disappointment. You feel the inevitable is coming. But until then you plop on the couch and crack open another beer. The End.

You wake up and have to go back to work. Your life resumes to its boring and usual ways. You have more nights out. Your wife becomes more and more distant as you continue to grind at your job. Months later you are getting up after a similar night of drinking. Your wife, already up, finds you in the bathroom. She is teary eyed and informs you that you are not providing the life she wanted. She exclaims "All you do is go to the bar and work!" She then explains that she wants a divorce. Caught off guard you spit out your toothpaste and blankly stare through her. The End.

You end up walking home and wondy why you didnt take the taxi. You wake up at home and have to go back to work. Your life resumes to its boring and usual ways. You have more nights out. Your wife becomes more and more distant as you continue to grind at your job. Months later you are getting up after a similar night of drinking. Your wife, already up, finds you in the bathroom. She is teary eyed and informs you that you are not providing the life she wanted. She exclaims "All you do is go to the bar and work!" She then explains that she wants a divorce. Caught off guard you spit out your toothpaste and blankly stare through her. The End.

She speaks rapidly, querying as to why you walked home. She gets closer and says she can smell the perfume and other skanky stenches emanating off your body. She asks to see your wallet and finds that all of your cash has disappeared. Your wife is no fool and sniffs out your infidelity. "You were always lame," she screams, "I'm filing for divorce!" She slams the door as she leaves the house. The house is quiet. You sit in the silence. The End.

You wake up stone cold sober. You look into the T.V. and see your reflection. You pack enough clothes and other essential items into your truck and quietly push the truck out of the driveway. You start it up when you get to the end of the street and start driving out west. Your phone rings and rings, you miss more and more calls from your work and your wife. You pay no attention. You realise that you don't need anything, anymore. You disappear and are pronounced dead a year later. Your wife remarries. You are in total bliss and ignorance as you lay in a pile of sand next to the beach. You are homeless, happy and responsibility free. You are good in life, but you are by all definitions a deadbeat and a bum . The end.