I'm driving down this highway thinking that I'm losing control. I look up at the sky, the sun is gone and I'm chasing stars. There are millions of cars on the other side and I am going fast. Really fast. Too Fast. There are too many things on my mind. I'm losing grip of the wheel. My hands are slipping down the leather and now is a blur.

I maybe mad. I may be viciously sad. I might tell you later. Just maybe. Fuck. Why the hell am I alone? There is nobody to share my tears with, fears, happiness, sadness or my whatever with. Sorry. I'm really random. You may get confused a few times here. If you do, don't say I didn't warn you.

It's 50 degrees fahrenheit out there. Damn. It's fucking cold. The strange thing is, this is California and it's summertime. See, it's things like this that make me think about whats going to happen next in this world. In this life. My life. Fuck. What the hell is happening?

A truck's horn roars at me. It's telling me to get the fuck away. It's lights are beaming at me and I am blind. I am frozen. Scared. I'm shaking in the driver seat. I know that I should turn the wheel to get back on track or else this big-ass truck is going to kill me. It's going to crush me. Maybe I want to die. After all, I don't think anybody would care. Think fast. Think. Think. Think. It's horn is ascending as it gets closer to me. I turn the wheel. I laugh and giggle. I'm smiling. I was too late. I hit the side of the truck or maybe it hit me. The impact was too strong that I'm flying sidewards, upside down, flipping around to the other side of the road. I could still hear the screaming horn of the truck. It's louder than before. Everything turns red. Flipping in mid-air. Stars. Asphalt. Stars. Asphalt. Cars. Asphalt. Stars. Everything turns black. I'm lost. Everything makes sense now. I now know why my life is the way it is. I now the real reason why I am mad. I will tell you.

My name is Steven Cornel. Do you need to know more? Well, fine. I'm 22 years old. Or should I say young? I maybe that young but I’ve been through some. I’ve had my fair share of women, been down the road of drugged out madness and blacked-out drunkenness. But I’ve cut that out and looked on the brighter things in life. I changed and today’s the start of that change. Its cliché, but now I want to change how people view their lives as I have.

Let me tell you a little something. Something about Life. What do we know about it? Nothing really except it’s about everyone’s egomaniacal bullshit. Life’s a movie they say, as they wait for the credits to appear and the applause to begin. But the truth is that life isn’t a movie and the credits don’t show up when we expect it to. And that’s too bad.

Life’s a coin flip; heads or tails then shit happens. So what are you going to do about it? We can’t ignore it, its waving around in front of us like a maniac. But that is exactly what people do, they ignore life. Because of that, life ceases to live. It begins to die.

My life ain't so normal. You can say that I'm special. I mean, I'm not retarded or anything. I've just done so many shit for so many people and they think that I'm really something but really I am no one. I’m just an ordinary guy with absolutely nothing accredited to his name. Sooner or later, my names going to die and fade just like all the random folks out there. So what sets me apart? What sets me apart is that I know the ending to the story; or at least the ending of my story. Like I said, life’s about everyone’s egomaniacal bullshit. But I don’t want to die anymore.

I say these things with a lack of tact while full of comfort. The only reason for that is simple. I’ve accepted what people choose to ignore… the uncertainty of life.

I'm known for my jumpy personality. Sometimes, people don't take me seriously anymore. I am the clown of my group of friends. I try not to be serious because I know it scares them. When I am serious, I turn into a dark person. I scare myself at times.

This twisted disaster started with one word, one movement in one second then a day. You can call it a chain reaction.

It was just another day at work. By the way, I fix computers for a living. People don't need to go to the shop, It's a home service kind of thing. I can't say that I enjoy doing what I do. I'd rather write, sing and act. That's me. I do all those. The reason why I do what I do is because I'm good at it. It's natural and easy and it's a good pay. Very good pay.

I got a call in the office for a service. I asked for the address and what the problem was. "I'll be there in ten minutes... Okay... You're welcome." I gathered all the softwares that I thought I might need and drove off.

Knock three times. The door opens. I smile and I put out my hand. "Hi! How you doin' today, sir? My name is Steven and I'm from CompFix."- by the way, that's the company I work for -. The man was tall, around 25 years old. His eyes betrayed him and made him look like he was 40 and showed stress and fatigue. Under his eyes were dark blue and it seemed like he hasn't slept all year. He had big broad shoulders. He looked stroing enough to kill me with a flick on the forehead.

He let me in the house. He didn't smile or acknowledge me. What an asshole, I thought. I looked around the place. It was nice and relaxing. I don't know why he looked so tense, he's living in a place that looked like a VIP lounge. I wished my house was like this. "You got a nice place here, sir." I said, smiling.
"Who said you could glance around?" he replied as he slammed the door behind him.
"I couldn't help but notice..."
"Just get to work. The computer is down the hall, the first door to your right."

I did what he told me. I walked down the hall and entered through the door on my right. Before I entered, I heard loud chillout music coming from inside. So I knocked first. A girl's voice travelled from inside, "Who is it?"
"Yeah. Uhm... I here to fix the computer, ma'am."
"Oh. Come in."

I opened the door and walked in the room. I was stunned. She was sitting at a table next to where the computer was, writing essays which I thought were for college. She was beautiful. "Hi!" she said.
I couldn't speak.
"How are you?"
I felt like I lost my voice.
"Don't mind me. I'm just trying to finish signing these contract for my talent agency."

Don't mind her? How can I do that? Even if I turn my back on her, I'll still see her and I'll be distracted.