I wake up to the same alarm everyday, put on the same clothes from the day before, and have the same pattern of showering brushing my teeth, and shitting after my prescription drugs and coffee. I have no ambitions and I'm not happy nor depressed about my life, I don't see how the majority of people around believe so hard in something, maybe it's because I can't find anything to believe in. I have all the freedom in the world and don't know how to enjoy any of it. I grabbed my keys off of the key rack, and left for work.

I was driving down Egress Street, in approximately 20 minutes before I would arrive at work. As I crossed the bridge and approached the bend, that 7/11 seemed too conveniently placed for what was about to happen. I didn't even give it a second thought it seemed perfect, all my worries escaped me.

When I woke up it took me a couple seconds to put the pieces together, I was having trouble thinking, pinned to my seat by the steering wheel, it hurt to breath, I was sure I broke a few ribs. I finally pried the wheel off my legs and used my arms to crawl out of my car. When I landed on my feet I heard a crunch immediately followed by the sound of my body slapping against a vinyl floor. As I lay on the floor with my broken leg, I finally had time to figure out what was going on.

From the shock of awakening in the middle of a building and blacking out the last 30 seconds, I still had adrenalin running through my veins, but I finally remembered. I remember approaching the bend in the road and imagining what would happen if I drove through the front of the 7/11. I remember thinking it was a good>

I crawled over top of the clerk who passed out behind the counter, probably from shock, considering how there was no real damage near that area of the store. I reached as far as I could and managed to get some matches and a pack of Johnny Players, I coughed with my first hoot, I started laughing as I gasped for air. I sat their and watched the security cameras, waiting for the police to arrive.