I woke up slowly; my blinds open. I grumbled angrily and sat up to close them, Evan leaning against the window.
"Shall we continue?" he asked, and I stared at him in confusion.
"Uh, what?"
"Your story."
"Oh shit!" I cried; then covered my mouth.
Corey poked his head in the door and Evan gave him the finger, grinning. I stared at Corey in disbelief and he frowned at me.
"Is everything okay?" he asked softly.
Evan waved his hand wildly.
"Yelloooooooooo...Mr. Corey siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir...!" he laughed.
I wanted to slap him, but noticed Corey couldn't see him.
"I uh...woke up with my blinds open. My eyes...

Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone
Lived 9 to 5 and he worked his fingers to the bone
Just barely get out of school, came from the edge of town
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down, oh no

He had no money, no, no good at home
He walked the streets as soldier and he fought the world alone

And now it's 18 and life, you got it, 18 and life, you know
Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go
18 and life, you got it, 18 and life, you know
Your crime is time and it's 18 and life to go

Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline
He kept his motor running, but it never...

Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever...

You were a great uncle
A brother, a friend
You never walked away from us
You stood there until the end

You looked for help in all the wrong places
Spent your money at all the dog races
Told your jokes half-heartedly and drunk
And always needed a place to bunk

We love you, little Nemo
We miss you, little Nemo
We want you, little Nemo
Glen Campbell, little Nemo
We love you, little Nemo
We miss you, little Nemo
We want you, little Nemo
Glen Campbell, little Nemo

But that's still no reason to end your life
Still no reason to end your strife
You had us, your home away from home
You had us waiting to take you home

We...

The cold wind blows through his hair and he shivers; bringing his coat closer to his wea body. He hasn't had anything to eat or drink in days, and knows he's going to die. He struggles to stand and falls instantly, rolling down the hill he was sitting on. His head hits the ground painfully; a deafening crack filling the air. Then all is still.
"What...the heck...is this?" my brother snarled, dropping my story in front of me.
"Wh-what!!" I whined. "Don't you like it!?"
"That's a shitty start! Why start a story off with you killing the main character!?" he snapped.
"Hey; it's better than you!" I...