/SotM/ - Son of the Mask

You will never be ID'd
you have no mask,you aren't even employed here.
You are a jobless deadbeat waiting to be iced,dripped life by a slowly dwindling IV.
All the 'merry parties" you go to are done out of pity or in an attempt to humiliate you. All your "co-workers" laugh at how embarrassing you make parties behind your back. Bouncers are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of hours of training have heightened their senses on kicking out worthless scum like you. Your IV is a dead givaway. And even if you manage to weasel yourself in they'll almost immediately realize their mistake and evict your sickly butt out of the premises.
You will never dance and you will never boogie. You "practice" your fake shimmying in the mirror,not even your dog can find entertainment in your shambling form.
Eventually it will be too much to bear,you'll sell your house,your pets, you won't even be able to afford your Loaner vehical. You'll never have a child to carry your name. Your IV will run dry and you will perish quietly. All that will be left is a job record showing you never were issued an ID in your life. This is your fate,there is no turning back.