Have you ever looked at death and laughed at it? I’m talking about a full on laugh, cock your head back, and let it all out kind of laugh. Those of you that have, would you please raise your hand and wave it, and if you haven’t… Please take it up, the feeling, oh the feeling is exhilarating, the thought of it sends a tingle up and down my spine.
I remember the day I started laughing at death. It was a cloudy, rainy day. There was a car that was taking a left turn around a bank, and since the rain was so heavy the person inside had no idea what was about to happen to them. I knew exactly what was going to happen, and it wasn’t very pretty. Watching two cars collide is kind of like watching a destruction derby, except people get hurt, and sometimes even visit that place beyond the living.
Even as I’m telling you this story about death, I’m taking the leap myself. I’m putting the knife to my throat, and putting on a big shit eating grin for my escort that picks me up, and he or she will be happy to know that I’m not going to struggle with them. And I won’t try to run. I’m going to see my buddies at the bar when I get there, and I’m going to drink for all eternity.



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