The Divergence Of Chaos

Ezekiel Johnson was a white middle-aged man, with black hair, uncommon brown eyes, and a slight aura that attracts people. It's a minor detail, but one that can hold big ramifications in the future. He's currently in a condo in Sacramento.

"What's happened to me." I question as i stare down my mirror alter ego. It wasn't always like this, struggling to see the disappointment in my parents eyes. Growing up, my parents always expected me to get a traditional job. They were more than surprised when i decided to become an Investor.

To me, that occupation felt like an honor, and i was off to a great start, predicting the market, shorting, and i felt nothing could go wrong. I was growing fast, and i bit off more than i could chew. I lost stability, and eventually it all came crashing down. When i was older, NFTS started popping off and i thought of putting my hands of it and finally reach that one thing to propel me to billionaire status. I soon as I was at the cusp, disaster struck as my portfolio crashed due to a global recession. At that point, nothing could've ever repair my damaged ego as the call of alcohol and drugs quickly become to daunting to ignore. I used to remainder of my dregs of money to lose myself in short-term gratification, leaving a short amount for basic needs; acknowledging my rusty business acumen.

As I have a admittedly short stare down at my