Junkie Mac lived in a torrent of tobacco ash, surrounded by pizza crusts and empty bottles in his rancid flat. Many times he had dreams of taking an axe, sharpening the blade and beginning to hack without mercy.

He used to have a life, but he was barely known for talking. That was before the crack, the glue, and everything he snorted. He used to have a family and they all just adored him, until he moved away in search of vices more important.

Follow me as I narrate the life of Macintosh, who got his wings and horn and traded them for open vein depositories. Watch as I show you what became of the first male alicorn in history, sparking much controversy.

Rated T for implicit drug use. The story is vaguely structured, free-form poetry.