Three weeks ago (or maybe a little longer, I can’t really remember) I was in my car, when I noticed a biker on the road. I decided to mess around with him a little. It’s a game I play from time to time. When I see a biker, I’ll drive too close to them and force them off the road. But this one didn’t swerve and I accidentally killed him.
I kept expecting to feel guilty. But I didn’t. I felt wonderful. I felt alive.
The only regret I have is that I can’t go back and relive that moment a thousand times.