The gun fired. Fortunately for me I was trembling so much the muzzle had shifted away from my temple and the bullet only grazed my head.

But that was it. I dropped the gun and tears poured from my face. Like a small child who missed his mother I wept for hours. When I had finished I felt reborn. I had purged my fears, my self-consciousness, my former self. It lay soaking in my clothes. I burned them.

Now, I speak to you a new man. And do I have plans for everything in my life, however long it is to last? I do.

I’m in the car right now. One I stole. I was just out for a walk when I saw it, a shiny silver BMW M3. I know a lot about cars, one of the few hobbies I was able to keep after I got married. I used a few tricks I had up my sleeve to commandeer the vehicle, and now I’m going on a road trip. I’m leaving everything behind. I didn’t tell CC but I assume she will think I died and collect on the insurance money. Which is fine by me. I don’t know where I’m going. But when I get there, I’ll know its right