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I wander down the street aimlessly, confused and...concerned? Why the hell should I be worried about that stupid little kid? He's probably just one of the typical frat boys who come down here trying to get themselves in trouble. It's not my fault that they can't handle themselves. I'm not their daddy. But why does my tongue feel like sandpaper, and my head feel heavy, like I'm supposed to be hanging it in shame? All I did was give the kid what he asked for. Does the cigarette lady feel bad when she sells smokes to an 18-year old? 'Course not.

Especially that Al guy. I can't believe how broken he looked when I said "tough luck" back there. He should know that this stuff happens in the Keys, especially on spring break. All things happen for a reason, at least that's what I think. But, there's something missing, isn't there? If everything happens for a reason, then why did this happen to me today? To hell with it!

People who like to be victims make me sick. They are always running around whining about something or other, but the truth is that the problem is with themselves. If they had a little more backbone then they could grab life by the balls and make it into what they wanted. But do they? Nope, not on your life. They just bitch and moan, making me sick the whole time. Yep, people like that make me sick. The only sad thing is that I've been sick of myself for a long time. I...I just haven't recognized it until now. I don't feel guilty, at least I didn't used to. But, why now? Why start now? What's different about this kid, other than the fact that I've definitely lost his business? I know what it is: Unlike me, someone, somewhere is going to miss him. What do I do? Do I give up or do I keep going?