The Road to the End (prologue)

Jake sat in the bar, frustrated, yet again. He slammed his fist down on the counter. He looked at the clock, it was 10:25. It was hard to tell because his senses were blurred by a combination of too much alcahol and anger. You could say Jake was a bit of a drunk, he was 36, and didn't have many friends, on account of his drinking leading to bad behavior. 

His life was a hard one, filled with turmoil and violence. It was a long time leading up to this moment in the bar. A long story waiting to be told. A story of an abused childhood, angry and rebellious teenage years, and a hard life as an adult.

This is his story. A story about how he cam from a broken home, to the man who loves his life. It's a long one. But I think you'll like it.

I know your thinking, "How come this opened up with him angry and drunk in a bar?" You'll see afterword. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy (if possible) the story.