Eat Right and Don't Die

As I drive down highway 12, my eyes stare straight ahead on the long, flat, road lined by shacks and mountains. The visions are still there. I cannot control the visions. I see myself, a bullet through the back of my skull, blood and brains splattered across the window pane. I see myself, taking a small step off of the sidewalk into the path of a hasty city bus. I see myself, dead and rotting by the side of the road, maggots and beetles returning my body to the soil. The visions. I cannot control them, but I can control the reality and I know that I will not purposely cause any of my visions to come true. I would never do that and so I eat as healthy as I can and have started a new exercise plan. As I run down the same roads that create my visions, I tell myself that I must train my body and my mind to be in the best shape possible.

It has become clear to me that life is not infinite. I am not sure if I ever believed that it was, but time seems more precious now than ever before. The idea of death has fascinated me for as long as I can remember. One moment you are hear, among the living, laughing, back-stabbing, and the next moment you are dead. What does that mean - I do not know. I've never been dead before or at least I cannot recollect my previous death. Maybe I have been dead, before. Maybe I'm dead right now.

Well, on a sunnier note, Kevyn broke Krystal's scooter, yesterday. I was able to intercede her before she hit Kevyn. I told her to shove a rock in the hole from the missing bolt. The rock did the trick and she seemed satisfied and scootered away. Later on, Krystal tried to hug me with hands completely covered in sidewalk chalk. She came at me with fury until I finally gave in and offered her the bag of coconut covered marshmallows she had previously tried to steal. That's my life right now, I suppose...so what is the big deal about life and death, anyhow?