On the Third day of the twelth month of Two Thousand and Five

[biscuiteeth]

As I sit in my hotel room in Sydney Nova Scotia Canada I think about my impending death. It wasn't to be a day the world stopped turning as I wasn't a to be missed by many. My death much like my life was going to be uneventful without much pain. As I lay here waiting for the never ending darkness to come over me, a smile comes across my face.

Comments

[butocakil]

i hear ya bro... i too feal as though i will be a zenith
i want to be climbing mount everest when i go... yeah that sounds cool

[iotc]

"uneventful without much pain"

I can fix that for ya.

[iotc]

Please do