The Imminent Twilight Ensuing Everlasting Intoxication
The Life of Zak Hunter, By Zak Hunter

Entry I – The Introduction Prior to Complete Inebriation
“I’m in no condition to make any decisions;
I’m ****ing bleeding.
And there’s slim visions of inhibitions;
Forty ounces to freedom.”

I

Little bit of an introduction, here: I’m Zachary Brent Hunter, but I’ll be damned if anyone’s going to call me that without them getting yelled at. Zak Hunter is what most people call me—a lot stick to my last name; ‘Hunter.’ It’s a decent name, and I don’t mind it one bit.

I live in Ajax, which is some suburb of Toronto in Canada. Yeah—the icy north, I know, save your jokes for later cause I’ve heard them all. It’s a decent place, full of lots of shit, but lots of good stuff at the same time. The only problem is you often have to wade through the shit to get to the good stuff, and sometimes that shit gets deep.
I can’t swim, giving a more metaphorical translation to the phrase “drowning in shit.”

Most people when they look at me figure I’m some goth-kid, or punk-kid, or sometimes-even emo-kid. I’m not one to throw around labels, so simply put: I am myself. I do tend to wear black a lot; in fact, it is my entire wardrobe but it seems kind of stupid to label someone by what they wear. I don’t cut my wrists while listening to Sabbath and sacrificing goats—I’m not a ****ing weirdo.

I’m a popular kid, got friends, am good with just about everybody. I got a large group of followers and am generally the alpha-male in all of my groups of friends. This is cause I’m a fairly big kid, 6’0, 170lbs, and a little muscular because I started working out for sports a couple years ago and the trend carried on. Most of what I am is simply intimidation, though—a big kid in all black with metal wrapped around his arms and neck, with tattoos up his right arm generally speaks: “You don’t **** with that kid.”

Needless to say, I’m not a big tough dick, though I can be if I want to be. I’m a lover, not a fighter, and have always been. Speaking of love: I don’t believe in it, love is a fabricated emotion to me. My girlfriend, Ashley, who I care the world for, and me use the word lub; it is much like love, except it’s not. This also makes us lubbers instead of lovers.

One more thing I figure I should say: I like to party, and I party hard. I do this just about every week at least once. I live for the weekend. I sit through school doing **** all just to get smashed at that great jam on the Friday or Saturday night. Some might consider this sad, but it’s my life and I wouldn’t trade it for any other.

Well, that’s about all I have to say. The next installments will be a bit more literary-styled; this was simply an introduction for what is to come. A back-story, if you will. That’s enough: the real story is to follow.

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This will basically be a journal of my life written in a literary sense, as opposed to a journal sense. The chapters will be short, most often, but they will vary in lengths. Have fun with my life, everyone.

I will also be using present tense for the first time in my life so surely I'll fuck it up and slip into past and shit while I'm writing.

Adieu,
Zak Hunter