Jessica broke up with you.

Seemingly out of nowhere, one week she was excitedly talking in detail about what your wedding ceremony would be like, the next she was telling you she didn't have feelings for you, and she hadn't for a long time.

You had kicked a lot of your old habits, but the depression brought them back in full force. You had begun masturbating excessively, writing and reading erotica on sites like chyoa. Your old friend whiskey came back with a vengeance, you even started getting into drugs. Until now, you never understood the draw, but after so much pain, feeling anything else is better.

You glance down at your newly developed beer gut, undershirt clearly stained and starting to reek. You're running low on your stash, and figure you should at least take a shower before seeing your dealer.

After you undress, glancing at your erect dick, once 9 inches, now enveloped within folds of fat. You don't have the energy.

So you step in the shower only to hear a groaning of the pipes. That's right, they shut your water off about a week ago. So you spray on some cologne, put on the least rotten shirt and head out to meet your dealer.

Luckily, you don't have to walk far. You doubt you could make it much farther as it is, walking isn't really your thing anymore.

Once there, your dealer eyes you first with a look of disgust, then one of pity. He motions for you to join him in an alley.

"Hey, John," He said, once out of earshot of other bystanders. "Your life seems to be falling apart here, I'm not just a dealer here, I'd like to consider myself a friend as well."

Well that's a load of bull, you think to yourself, he's probably just trying to sell me something new.

"Look," you reply, "I appreciate the concern and all, but I'm just here to get my fix."

"I know, I know," He reassures you. "But what if I told you there was something better?"

"I'm listening." You hesitantly reply. Your life's already gone down the gutter, what could be worse?

"There's this new drug goes by the name 'Magic', word on the street is it was meant to be a government experiment or something. It changes you, makes you better. The best thing is, you only need the one pill. I took it, and look at me, I'm practically glowing!"

You do notice a glint about his eyes, he does seem different, but you can't quite place it. You feel you can trust him though.

"When you take it," He continued, "It feels like your body's on fire, it's exhilarating. When you wake up the next day, you'll feel different, better, stronger. You'll think more clearly than you ever have before. Tell you what, since you're a repeat customer, and a friend, take one on the house."

He reaches into his pocket and offers you a golden pill. You're completely convinced at this point. Normally you'd be a little skeptic, but you just feel you can trust this guy.