[ WP ] A genie tells the story of the worst wish he 's ever granted .

Martin slammed his empty glass down on the table and signaled to the bartender for another one. At The Lampshade Bar where the genies could gather and share their stories, and maybe even wake up in another lamp, Martin was on the verge of being blackout drunk. 
 
 `` Hey man, take it easy. That's your seventh one, alright?'' Alan spoke in a cautious voice. 
 
 `` S-shu, just shut up, ok? You do n't fucking know the shit I've seen.'' Martin slurred as the bartender slid him his eighth beer of the day. He could barely even lift the drink to his mouth before dropping it. `` Motherfucker...'' he muttered as the liquid spilled from the counter onto his lap, although the bottle fortunately remained unbroken. 
 
 But Alan did know what Martin had seen. He told the same story every time he got like this. He'd drink too much, tell the tale of woe, cry, pass out, and wake up the next morning acting like nothing had happened. But Alan had heard the story so many times that he could practically tell every word Martin was going to say before he even said it. 
 
 `` All the kid wanted was for his music to be heard. He just wanted people to stop and listen to him. I should've known it would get to his head, but I granted it anyway. I had to, after all.'' Martin stopped the story to take a sip from his drink, forgetting that he had spilt it. No matter how drunk he got, Martin always sounded stone-cold sober whenever he told this story. `` Martin, you do n't have to tell this story a-'' Alan tried to comfort Martin but found himself being ignored as Martin opened his mouth to speak again. 
 
 `` He was a sweet kid, he really was. His voice was n't half-bad either. But all the women, all the drugs, it just... it just got to him. Why did n't I try to protect him? Why did n't I warn him?'' Martin spoke with tears beginning to run down his cheeks. Alan placed a hand on his shoulder `` Martin, you could n't have know that would happen.'' 
 
 `` Shut up!'' Yelled Martin in a burst of anger. `` You do n't know what it's like to mess with fate like that! You do n't know what it's like to fuck with the world like I did!'' The tears flowed uncontrollably down Martin's face as his yelling voice nearly cracked. `` I can never forgive myself for bringing Justin Bieber into this world! Never!'' He yelled, standing up to walk before collapsing, having passed out again. 
 
 Alan sighed as he dragged Martin outside to the cab as he had so many times before. `` You're right, man...'' Alan muttered. `` All I ever did was grant Hitler power over Germany.''
