Bang. There it was. My happy ending. Bang, bang, bang.
If you die and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
I was done. It was the end of my circle. I was complete.
You know how those guidance council guys keep on telling you all this.
Set your goals.
Go for them with all you have.
Well I set my goal. And I went for it.
And here I am. Dead as a doornail. Or a coffin nail, as Dickens would say.
I'm not sad. Or angry. I was just done. That was the end of the line for me.
My journey was complete.
I was free.
Free as a bungee jumper without a chord.
Well, we all end the same.
As I lay here in my own blood, I don't think anymore.
I can't see anymore. I'm finished. It was fun while it lasted.
It's hard to understand, but I know I found something. Something interesting.
Good maybe. It's something. Better than nothing.
Most people probably die with nothing. Not me.
I had something.
That's all that matters.
That's all I wanted for my happy ending.
That's all I needed.
This was my American Nightmare.