It seemed like a clean enough road, so I lay in it, careful
to be as obtrusive as possible to the traffic. Within
minutes I heard horns honking, cars skidding, and people
yelling at me. An old lady came up to me, probably thinking
I was dead. I told her to fuck off, and she called me a
"shithead". Well, aren't I glad I made her little day
exciting.

Lying in the road, looking at the sky, you end up thinking:
what was it all good for? I mean, yesterday I was at work.
Same old routine. When I was 13 I masturbated for the first
time. Last year, Haifa won the cup and I went crazy. There
were good times. Sushi lunches. Brilliant porn. And that's
it. Just stuff that happened.

Some car missed me and hit the pavement. The guy got out all
upset, and when he saw that I wasn't dead, he lost it. He
started kicking me in the guts, screaming that he almost got
killed and what a pity it was that he didn't run me over. It
hurt, man, it hurt. He was wearing boots. He didn't get any
response from me, and eventually left me alone.

I think I fell asleep at some point. I dreamed of my mother
calling me for dinner, while I ignored her and stayed in my
room. When I was a kid, the wallpaper in my room had
pictures of forests and rivers. In my dream, there were also
castles in the hills, and their gates were closed.

I don't think I ever woke up, and I don't really care.