One day I had woke up in jail, and not knowing how I got there I was a little anxious. As i was pasting back and forth i saw a jacket that look like it could be mine. As i picked the jacket up to search it a bat slid out of the inside pocket of the jacket. Looking through the jacket i pulled out four items. The first item was a watch that my grandfather gave me before he got beat to death with a baseball bat. Second was the letter he wrote me and my little brother. Third was his phone with a lot of pictures of us with him in it. Fourth was a silver flask which had one sip left in it. Seeing all of those things gave me flashbacks, i remember why i would possibly be in jail. I was watching a movie about grieving and it brought old memories so i pulled all that stuff out. Being sad and mad at the same time i needed something to calm it done so i got the flask to ease the pain, but it made it worst eventually. I ran outside the house and started beating on the car he use to drive and then i passed out.
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