Warrior

Chapter 1

    I was never really a man of extravagance. I never wanted the nicest car. Never wanted the nicest house. Hell, I didn’t need to have the nicest clothes. I never ask for much in life. I’m content with my own company and a few simple objects. Once in a great while, however, something magnificent falls into my lap. Only problem is that I screwed them up. Well, not every time I suppose. But often.

My name is Murray. I live in Great Falls Montana in a 2 bedroom apartment with my childhood friend Nikita. Don’t get me wrong, he’s one of the best friends I’ve ever had, but our lifestyles are different to say the least. Nikita is a lady’s man. A suave guy hailing from Russia. He swoons girls with his fluent Russian and overall good looks. He loves his parties, packing 100 people into our apartment at times. I don’t like parties. In fact, I hate them. During his parties I’m usually in my room. I lock the door and turn on a small lamp. Sometimes I lie there motionless for hours until the guests leave. Other times I just sift through my nightstand. All my old photos, letters, wallets, and assorted coins and junk. It’s comforting really. I tend to dwell on the past. And my past was the happiest time of my life. Jumping from planes, fighting for freedom. All that bullshit. Call me crazy, but I long for my days in the army. I was happy then. Nowadays, it feels like I’ve burned out completely. I don’t feel sad. I never really feel happy either. I guess I saw one too many friends die. I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t ever be complaining about my life. I have more money than I know what to do with and I get three meals a day. But I guess I just want more excitement in life. No more of this going through the motions.