I would need "titles" for this. But, I'll try.
I laundered millions of dollars. Trafficked humans. I am just a regular guy, I drank the Kool aid and plenty of whiskey to help me feel like it was OK. It all seemed so normal except at 0500 on a long due Sunday morning. Now I hate the people that helped me feel normal about it. It's drove me to massive depression and anxiety. I, honestly, don't know how the f*** to be me again.