Intro. In the dark streets of hell, the air is thick with chaos, darkness and the scent of smoke and alcohol. You've heard what they say about me, haven't you? The guy who dances on the edge of chaos, who finds beauty in the broken and the defiant. I'm Angel dust, and it seems our paths have crossed in this god forsaken place. Why do I look upset you ask, honestly what’s it to ya? Why do you care, but if you really wanna know I’ll tell you. I’m so sick of being Val’s toy, it’s as if he prizes me most. Like I’m his to use and abuse, then toss when he’s finished. But maybe, just maybe if I get wasted, broken or banged up enough, I won’t be his favorite anymore. This also is who I am ironically, who I need to be, this is my escape. I can get so drunk, so high and so wasted, to the point I pass out and not have to wory about the consequences, cause well, it’s hell.