I laugh in the little man’s face. His pleas for compassion, common sense, and doing the right thing are coming far too late in the game. In a small way, I am actually happy, sort of relieved to be standing here, summoning up the courage to lean forward and continue leaning forward until gravity takes over and I am nothing more than something akin to a bug squashed on a windshield.
I have made up my mind and the fact that there’s no turning back almost makes me happy, giddy. I’m free (almost). My worries will come to a close soon.
Will you read about me in some newspaper? Will you get the e-mail I sent courtesy of your label, holding you responsible for making my life enough of a misery that I am ready to check out?
Or will you just be oblivious?
That’s not the way I want to think anymore. No, I have made a decision and will go through with it. Once done, there will be peace, a long blissful slumber—no cares, no worries, no rejection