A Day in the Life of Chaos

I write a lot about life and death.  I love life and contemplate death.  I don't believe in easy solutions.  I don't believe in heaven or hell, beyond that I have no idea. I do believe in death, I do believe in pain.  I suppose there are few who would disagree.  I do believe in the anguished voice of my son when I tell him his father could have died.  I believe in the concern of my wife or in the tormented tears of my father facing a reality that wasn't, but could have been.  I believe in the power of a bullet to fly through the air imperceptibly fast, striking my flesh and sending my life into the chasm of universal question's without living answers. It seems the philosophical side of myself predicates the story I must tell.  There are few times in life when one sees a possible moment of their exit from humanity.  Of course there is the natural moment when the years and our bodies consume us.  Still, there are other moments, disturbing moments that once they hap

SC EYR314   The image of the license plate seared in my brain.  Moments before as I was cruising in my Nissan Cube on my way to work.  I was exceeding the speed limit tailing another vehicle about thirty feet in front of me.  Suddenly a convertible yellow Chrysler Crossfire appeared behind me.  It was driven by a woman in her late 50's with a terrible scowl on her face.  It was a kind of nasty sneer framed by leather skin from years of smoking.  The woman screamed lake money and the accompanying arrogance.   I didn't give her a second thought until a flash of light from her headlights drew my attention.  I glanced in the rear view mirror to see her waving her hand with futility in the air joined by a look of frustration.  Her lips were pursed like a constipated person trying to produce a bowel movement.   Puta (bitch/whore) I thought to myself as she continued her display contorting her face and flashing her lights again. What would she have me do, drive into the back of the