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have flat out demanded that he drive me the rest of the way home since he tricked me into taking him to Akron, but I didn't. The directions he gave me were clear enough. I could follow them. I cranked my music up and drove as fast as I could. I ignored the logical part of me that said that I should slow down and pay attention. It was too late. I am not sure when it happened, but it did happen. I exited this world and entered another. I did not even notice the change, but like I saidI thought I knew what I was doing.

Part II: The Slips

They were playing Danzig on the radio when I ran over what I thought was an armadillo. Stupid creatures. Animals that are too dumb to get the heck out of the way should be eliminated from the planet. Call PETA, I don't care. That's right, along with almost every human being on the planet; I hate most animals, too. This includes cuddly bunnies, squirrels, chickens, and puppies. There are exceptions to all rules. Some animals are cute. My kittens and my puppies are exceptions. Other than that animals are useless. If they get in my way, I will enjoy killing them with my car. You shouldn't allow your pet to be that darned stupid. Stupid people have stupid pets. I am only helping the world out.

Back to how I ended up dead on Highway 42. At least I think I am dead. I am not sure. I ran over an armadillo. The bump jolted me back to reality. I really was driving a bit to fast. The speed limit was 45 and I was doing 70. I reminded myself to breathe. In reality, there weren't backwoods hillbillies waiting in the woods to kill me, cook me and feed me to their aunt mother sister lover. There aren't coked up sex crazed families waiting to kill me and steal my shoes. They weren't going to break into a chorus of all of God's Children Gots Shoes. There weren't really animals with razor sharp teeth waiting to maul me. I remind myself that I have got to stick to reality. I have been working hard on my tendency to slip away into my own little world. I cannot help it. I hate this life. I hate this world and I hate people. In reality, if I kill people, they will die. In reality, if I kill myself I will die. There is no way to win. Sometimes, I just float away. It's better that way. In the past, I had this whole imaginary life. It was so nice. I could spend all day there. I had a wonderful husband and two beautiful children. We took family vacations together. I spent hours there. It was so much better than my real life. At first, the imaginary world

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