Whats going to be the end of me? Whats going to aide me in kicking the proverbial bucket? I couldnt tell you my friends, because there are multiple factors. Is it the delightful burgers that i am addicted to, thanks to the Burger King and his dark magic? Or will it be the pitchers/cans/bottles/glasses of cold beer that i consume to numb my brain and body from the everyday torture that reality so coldly drops upon my doorstep? Could it possibly be the cigarettes that i crave when im enjoying a fine brew with the mates? Or finally, will it be my own free will, that tosses my soon-to-be lifeless body off of the highest building i can find, ending the seemingly never ending raid of frustration and agony that life loves to cruely smack me in my odd face with?