As the man in the suit walked out of the bar, one word remained planted in his mind like a tomor,giving Jameson a feeling of pain.Not just pain but regret and anger.<br/>Ignorence, he'd heared this word many times, but from were?Why did this word make Jameson feel this way?<br/>Jameson didn't want to know, it hurt to much, it was to much, he needed to forget, to forge this pain.He saw only one way.<br/>"Will, I need ascotch on the rocks, now."Jameson demanded.<br/>"James,I can't do that you went over your limit yesterday you need to-"<br/>"Now will!" Jameson was raising his voice at will, he didn't mean to.<br/>"james just calm down a little-"<br/>"No i need it now!, Wll please." Jameson could feel the guilt building up insideof him,his heart was beating so loud he could feel  it,slowly all other sound becoming lulled by the constant<br/><span style="font-style: italic">THUMP,THUMP,THUMP</span><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can't breath,I CAN'T BREATH!</span>, he thought.Finally he heard nothing but his heart beat.Jameson quickly yanked his coat of it's hanger and ran out of the door running into the cold, only going a few feet before being consumed by complete darkness and calapsing in the snow.<br/>(he's had a panick attack,HE'S NOT DEAD.)