[ WP ] A villian who thinks he 's a hero realizes he 's the villian . What is he thinking ?

He sat there on a broken down couch in a seedy apartment, alone with his thoughts. In one hand was a wad of cash, waiting to be given to the shady man in the mink coat. In his other hand was a rolled up dollar bill waiting to be used on what would be laid out in front of him in the coming minutes. 
 
 What was the point of staying clean now? He was already dead inside, after having to do what he had done. 
 
 He thought he was doing the right thing. He was fighting for his country overseas and everybody considered him a hero. He was the all-American man whom every mother wanted their son to turn out like. At least it used to be that way. 
 
 He lost everything when he returned home. His fiancee had left him for another man, his mother had passed away while he was at war, his anti-war sister refused to talk to him and banned him from any holiday dinners. The public would spit on him, calling him a baby killer. He thought he was doing the right thing when he was over there. He thought he was a good man. 
 
 It was when he was watching the news and hearing about the war itself when he realized just what kind of monster he really was. He began to regret not running off to Canada like his best friend did or going to college like his other friends did. Now, they would n't talk to him because he went to war, like his father had in the Korean War. 
 
 He had sold everything he had for this pile of white substance. He was homeless, lost, and nobody gave a damn about him. He was doing what he felt was right at the time but nobody cared about that. Nobody cared about the Agent Orange poisoining he got that will eventually kill him. Nobody cared about the friends he made that he had to witness die. Or the ambush attacks that were carried out by children, whom were just as brainwashed as he was. The old him was lost and gone forever....he was just a shell of whom he once was. 
 
 After handing over the money to the man in the mink coat, he leaned down with the rolled up dollar bill up his nose and as the white lines disappeared, his troubles went along with it. Maybe if he's lucky, he'll overdose and he'll never have to feel this pain again.
