You screengrab / copypaste that shit out of that stuff because once it's deleted it's gone unless some web crawler happens to cache it.

At way too young, I married a woman I didn't love. She didn't love me either, but we had a mutual need to prove we were mature and the natural drunken way to do that was rushing into marriage.

I was a dumb drunk high school dropout, so I got an entry-level job knocking tin for a guy who installed heating and air. Naturally, on payday, I'd drop 20% of my paycheck at the bar.

My life continued this way for a few years before things suddenly became great. Still drinking heavily, I lucked into a dream job. Before I knew it, I was making $30,000 a year, which was enough to quit my day job. My relationship with my wife was even getting better.

That $30,000 job opened doors for my partner and I and the next thing I knew we were making more than I could ever have hoped or even prayed for. Naturally, more money meant better booze. Part of what made this gig my dream job was the genius idea of letting me drink on the job. At one point I had a Yaeger machine just feet from me at all times.

Growing up on Long Island many decades ago, driving drunk was no big deal. I had reached a point where I would be drinking cans of beer on my commute without it even occurring to me that it was a crime. I was even pulled over on multiple occasions and because of my relationship with police and the minimal affect beer had on me, I was miraculously never arrested.

My relationship with my wife had completely deteriorated, but we were both too drunk to realize it. We decided to reinvigorate our sex life by bringing another woman into the bedroom. We had intercourse with this young lady dozens of times and it temporarily helped things.

I was drinking one day and naturally came up with an awful idea. My marriage was a sham and we were only having threesomes, so I decided there would be no problem with cutting my wife out of the equation sexually. I started having sex with the third party away from my wife. Boy, was that dumb.

My wife found out and flipped her shit. We decided to divorce, but at the time (maybe still?) the state didn't allow divorce for irreconcilable differences without a waiting period. We agreed to admit to the court that we had both cheated on each other. A nice fair divorce with equal blame.

In the mean time, my work was expanding and I was making even more. Do you believe in dumb drunk decisions? I paid a decent lawyer to represent my wife. My lawyer? The ambulance chaser who appeared on Howard Stern.

Things did not go well for me in court. I lost not only the money I had made in the marriage, but a scaled amount based on the newer, much larger amount I was making.

I lost more than most people have saved by retirement. So, I kept drinking. I had another long-term relationship that ended in metaphorical flames. Then a relationship with a local celebrity that ended in literal flames.

More drinks more times each day. I started running my mouth. A lot. I couldn't shut up about race. I used FBI stats to back up my points that the black community was spiraling out of control with crime. Little did I know that all I was proving was that I couldn't be trusted at my job.

In July 2014, I was fired. I had a physical altercation with a black woman at Times Square late at night drunk. I went home and Tweeted about the black community being "savages" and animals. Those stupid Tweets lost me my dream job.

Regardless of my drunken idiocy, I had a lot of supporters. I was determined to prove that my former employer was wrong. I started my own business and many of my supporters became clients.

Of course, alcohol played it's part. I was phoning it in and doing a half-assed job. Instead of listening to feedback, I turned on my former business partner of 20 years. I would gossip about him and make it seem like HE was the problem all along. This worked for a little while.

People started catching on. They picked up on my alcoholism. They realized my former police friend was enabling me and fighting my battles. My older brother (whose bills I pay) even started arguing with strangers online about me. Of course, they fought back. Being bigots and admittedly hypocrites, my brother and I were easy targets.

At around this time, I earned myself a domestic violence charge. There was an incident with my young girlfriend, who was the daughter of a business associate of mine who I met when she was 16. I allegedly strangled and stomped her one drunken night and she Periscoped the aftermath. I spent the remainder of the weekend in jail.

Of course, the people attacking us attacked even harder after that. And they were right. But we were two men in our 50s drinking from afternoon until morning. We decided to threaten to "dox" them. I took the information I had from customers who essentially paid for my home, and I threatened to make it public. I betrayed the only people who wanted me to succeed.

This backfired horribly. Drunk, I sent out a series of belligerent replies. My former supporters rightfully tore me to shreds. I knew I had lost. I fell into deep depression and drank even more. My supporters were gone.

I realized I was in my basement with my nearly 60 year-old brother, a retired bully of a cop, a 350 pound cab driver with a speech problem, and a man who spends so much money on Mets tickets that he has to live with his sister.

The man I threatened to "dox" works at a sandwich shop. I thought that was embarrassing and that he was a loser. I realized what was actually embarrassing was my behavior. I had everything. I hit the lottery in life and drank it away while being the worst person I could be. I was the loser.

Enough really is enough. For the first time, at 54, I'm not afraid of the future.

TL;DR - I had the biggest breaks you could ask for in life, but I pissed it away with a cup in my hand. It ends now.

EDIT: and yeah, 5% chance that was actually Ant

I can't believe one of you typed all that shit out and didn't add any peckahs.

I just add "peckahs" to the last sentence of everything I read. And if it's already there, well that's just my lucky double peckah day.

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It's definitely Ant's story. Always more likely that the OP was just someone from this sub fucking around though.

Edit: Yeah, it's definitely one of you faggots. I don't see Ant feeling ashamed for his race rants, throwing Keith under the bus, or calling himself a bigot. Yuck.

The part about the lawyer for his divorce is wrong. Dominic Barbera was Mrs Cumia's lawyer.

Also I hate that I know all this shit about these losers.

Yea I knew it had to be fake but when I hit that the innacuracy took me out of it.

This can't be real. Fucking brilliant writing, tho. Ant cannot write like that.

Did vikings ever have interventions for eachother? The modern world is not conducive to massive alcohol intake. Damn

It was someone from here pretending to be Ant.

Or...& hear me out here. You're an alt commenting on one of your deleted threads from another of your alts. Schinkle about it

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