Cox was sitting on a broken chair in the middle of the room freebasing crystal meth out of a lightbulb fashioned into a sort or pipe. He was also drinking beer after beer and getting worse by the minute. The other men sat around him nonchalantly passing a joint around, sipping beers and smoking cigarettes. After a long drag on the tip of the lightbulb Cox fell out of the chair, rolled a couple of feet, stood up, sat back down then took another hit. "No one in this room gives a shit about me.” The men chuckled and furrowed their brows and looked at him. Cochraine flicked a cigarette butt at him. Cox jumped up and dodged it, pointed his crooked finger at Cochraine and growled, "you meant to do that you mean spirited son of a bitch.” There was more laughter. "I’ll never have a wife, I’ll never have children, I’ll never have a job or a normal life!” He smashed a beer bottle over his head and intentionally collapsed in a pile on the filthy carpet. Antonio walked over, unzipped his fly and began urinating on him. Cox began screaming and writhing around, trying to escape the stream, but Antonio followed him with his stream of piss. Cox jumped up splashing piss around him and howled at the room which was laughing hilariously, all but Jerry who sat there in a drunken stupor, ever since his nose had been bitten off he stayed good and drunk, on lots of cheap booze all which Antonio bought for him after his apology. Cox smashed another beer bottle over his head and jumped up and down on the glass crushing it into tiny pieces. He grabbed another bottle and smashed it over his head. Blood began to drip down his face and further stain his shirt. Two more bottles he smashed over his head while spitting acerbic vulgarities at the laughing men. Cox then got down on his knees and began eating broken glass off the floor. He chewed it, spat blood, swallowed it, screamed, ate some more, vomited blood, screamed, ate some more. In a horrific broken voice he began screaming at them, "YOU MADE ME DO THIS” blood sprayed in their faces from his mouth which now bled steadily down his neck and chest. He began to cough and scream intermittently, blood spraying about the room. The men continued to laugh and got up began pushing him around. Cox darted out the front door and ran into the woods vomiting blood and coughing. He leaned against a tree, bent over and let ropes of blood drip from his mouth. He stumbled further, screaming and collapsed, trying three times to get up and falling each time. He could feel blood drooling out of his asshole into his pants and streaming down his legs. Groaning he clutched his stomach and teetered forward, grasping trees to maintain his walking position and pushed forward. He lost his balance and fell down a ravine breaking both of his legs over a large stone. For the next two days he lay there bleeding and thinking about his death, then faded away.
