Things were becoming desperate. I even tried to steal a hamburger for your present...
...but I was caught before I could even finish putting on the onions.
I had no money. I traveled from town to town, ragged and half-naked, working odd jobs. I ate whatever handouts I could get.
I started smoking.
I started drinking.
I could feel myself becoming
mentally unstable.
One day I realized I couldn't go on like this. I had bottomed out. During this dark period of self-pity, I had somehow made my way to Europe. I walked down to the coast, stood on the rocky shore, and prepared to throw myself into the raging sea.
But as I stood there, staring into the frothy waves, something clicked inside of me.