Ok, this is morbid as all hell, but I was wondering: If you were going to die, sometime in like the next week or so, and you could choose every single aspect of your death, how, when, where would you like it to happen?
For me, I think it would probably be on Thursday, as I'm scootering back from swimming, as I usually do, in the pitch black wearing a black shirt, dark blue pants, and a black coat along a busy highway.
Then, as I'm crossing the road, a Krazee car veering down, a drunk driver, shines it's headlights on me. I swerve to avoid, but, at the same time, I lean into it just a little bit, with maybe even a little eagerness.
And this car is going FAST.
It POUNDS my hip, and I fall off my scooter and roll up the wind shield, and as I fall off the car, I fall into the other lane where I get struck again.
Here, I'm mortally injured, and lying on the blacktop while the people get out of their cars and start running over, I look down the road, then I look up into the dark sky and close my eyes, for the last time.
Teachers inform students the next day, and Coach informs swim team at practice on Friday, and there's an empty seat and lane for a day, until the weekend comes.
Now, this is like so freaking morbid, but sometimes as I cross the dark road, I imagine this, like a film clip run in high speed.