Too Far Too Soon

An hour later- still June 5th 2002

"does Robbin ever think about his unknown future?, does he even care if he lives or dies?" Denise asked Juan.

"I think he does think about his future, but right now, he's not in the right mind." Juan said to Denise.

"I know..." Denise said to Juan, as they sit on the couch and watching TV.

A few hours later- 9pm at Robbin's friends house in San Francisco.....

"Um..... heya, man?, are you ever going home?, you've been here for almost two days, Juan called and I had to lie for you, saying you weren't here, please leave and go home to your wife, she needs you and your kids do too." Robbin's friend said to Robbin, as he shook his head and then took the bottle from his hand and drank.

"No one needs me, my wife has Juan now, it's all set into place, I just want to die and leave my pain behind me." Robbin said to his friend, frowning.

"Don't say that, your kids need you, even if they have Juan in their lives, your their flesh and blood man, don't you see that?" Robbin's friend asked Robbin, as his friend shook his head.

"Whatever man, ok..... here's the last of it, use it, throw it away, do whatever you want with it, I don't want it anymore and when you're done here, please leave this house." Robbin's friend said to Robbin, as he rolled his eyes and left his house.

"Whatever to you too." Robbin yelled, as his friend slammed the door.

"Here it goes..." Robbin said to himself, as he drew up the needle and then injected the needle in his arm, then drank the rest of his beer and then laid down on the spare bed in the room.