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.