We Are All Happy Shiny People

You know, as I was traveling back home after another long week in camp in the dinky little public bus, I considered jumping out of the window to see what would happen. The most obvious outcome ranging from mild injury to death, but there was this incredibly strong urge to see what fate had in store for my miserable body had it flew out of a moving bus. How I badly mangled my body would have become, if I would emerge miraculously unscathed.

And there's a lot of feeling of surrendering myself to whatever the fates may bring. I mean, beautiful women bearing gifts of poison are still a sight to behold, right?