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The streets were empty and dark. There was a downpour drenching everything. I drove up to the red light and stopped there. All I could hear was the rain beating down on the metal of the car along with my windshield wipers and the sporadic thunder. As I was waiting for the light to change, I was startled to see a man standing on the median. I had not seen him as I was pulling up to the light and I jumped in my seat. He was under an umbrella, which he was holding in one hand and in the other hand was a stack of drenched newspapers. No other cars or people were anywhere to be seen. We were alone. He walked up to my car holding the umbrella so it would block the rain if I opened the window. As I rolled it down, the man had a big smile and he started to say something... BOOM! A thunder blast sounded just as I pulled the trigger. The loud thunderbolt masked any sound that came from my gun. I got him in the head, but he was on the ground still alive. The sound of his suffering charged me with energy and filled me with satisfaction. I shot him again to end it and drove off. Everybody in every situation believes they are one of the good guys...... Could you stand by and watch a friend's slow demise? How far would you go to save someone from their own destruction? What choices would you make when you are sucked into their world and find out what you are really up against? One man's struggle to help his friend leads him to a world where he quickly realizes things are not as simple as they seem and the line between right and wrong is blurred. They say there is a fine line between love and hate. But there is an even finer line between sinner and saint. How do you deal with a friend with a drug addiction? If you have ever experienced this, you may have lost all faith in the person. You may have come to believe that every word out of the person's mouth was a lie. It becomes very easy to just throw the friendship away. But, if you come to terms with the fact that the lies are there