An intro to a story I am working on... 

They buried me today.

Everyone always told me that this was how it would end for me. I never believed that it would. I was more than just street-smart; I was smart. I was young and vibrant. Charmed and charming. Untouchable.

I remember mum saying, “Your thoughts and actions are what define you, Stanley.” I called it bullshit to her face.

How could I have been so wrong?