There's really not too much more to say.

Yes, I have my near death experiences, every night fights, street races...things that I probably shouldn't be doing. As time progressed, and to present day, I began to lose my appetite, and started to forget the difference between Albany and my other reality of Greenfield Center. Bringing home my attitude proved difficult on the people I love...especially Isaac. Things are different with me now, of course. I had become almost completely dependent on the overdosing that occurred every single night to drown out the pain I felt from fighting. James went back to his old angry ways, and would of course take it out on me. I quit smoking however, which was a plus. Scott and Rusty existed as best they could, always trying to stick up for me. And eventually I was promoted to a Level 7 fighter, the highest ranking one can achieve in a fighting career. So as you can tell, the ending is not at all a happy one...and not at all the end. There is still more to tell, still more things to explain, still things that happened that shouldn't have or things that happened that were unlike anything any movie has ever shown, any author has ever published.

It's never the end.