Chapter I: "Reincarnated, again..."

"Poor mortal, what a horrible way to die."
"Indeed, but the soul must return there again."
"Must it? Hasn't it learnt the lesson yet?"
"Hardly. Perhaps in this life... Now roll the dice! What do
they tell?"
"Human, what else? How will this soul ever learn?"
"It's not our place to answer such questions. The soul
shall return in it's chosen form, as the dice ordered!"

I then opened my eyes.
It was a white room, not very big, and around me were a few
of them, dressed in white. For a moment, I thought I was
flying, but then I felt a tight grip around my ankle. It
slapped me, and I began to cry, not out of pain, but rather
out of fear of my surroundings.
They put me down and placed me on something. It felt nice
and soft. When I looked to see what it was, I found out they
gave me to one of them! Surprisingly, I wasn't afraid of it,
nor was I afraid of any of them anymore. The one that held
me so pleasantly seemed to have a calming influence on me. I
felt safe.

"He's so cute! I can't believe he's ours!"
"Yeah, but we still need to think of a name for him."
"How about Jack? Plain and simple."
"I don't know. Maybe George?"
"Maybe... I know! Kevin!"
"Why not? That's a great name. Son, your name is Kevin
Job."
"He doesn't understand you, dear."
"I know, I'm just playing."

Chapter II: "An Outsider"

It was my first day in kindergarten, and the thought of
being away from my Mom terrified me. She kissed me goodbye
and walked away. Inside, we were all to sit in a circle and
hear an opening speech, given to us by a lady, named "Mrs
Fields". Our first assignment was to take a piece of paper
and some coloured pencils, and use them to draw  "peaceful
animals". I didn't want to draw any boring animals. I wanted
to draw those queer "Aliens" I'd seen on TV, so I drew some.
Some other kid said that that's the stupidest animal he'd
ever seen, so I bit his arm and pushed him to the floor. The
next thing I knew, I was sitting in the corner with my back
to the room. I felt righteous. Why was I punished? Was I
supposed to let that kid laugh at me? Wasn't I supposed to
defend my honor? After what seemed ages, my Mom arrived.
Mrs. Fields told her about my behaviour, and that I drew
"horrible monsters instead of peaceful animals". She went on
by saying that she had seen kids like me before. She gave my
mom the name of a psycho-something, and said that I might
have some "mental problems" which disturb me.
That was my first and last day in that place. My mom was
furious with Mrs Fields, and said that she would send me to
a different place, a nicer place. I wasn't relieved. The way
I saw it, the only difference between this kindergarten and
my future one, was that the lady in charge would have a
different name.
Surprisingly, I was wrong. I wondered why the name "Mrs
Fields" was so popular among ladies who work in
kindergartens. That thought soon faded away, as I was to
draw, once again, "some cute animals".
Due to my previous day's experience, I knew I'd better
choose a different course of action, so I wouldn't cause
chaos again. To do so, I simply went to the corner and
played with some toys, alone. It was rather fun: no
arguments, no fights, and no one to tell me which character
to play, for I played all characters. At the end of the day,
my Mom came to pick me up. While I was hugging her, I saw
the new Mrs Fields walking towards us. "Perhaps she wants to
indicate what a peaceful boy I am" I thought to myself. That
wasn't it. It seemed that something was wrong for me, for if
it wasn't, I would have drawn animals with the other
children. In other words, I wasn't as friendly as a kid my
age should be.
This time, my mom wasn't angry, nor was she anything else.
All the way home she drove with a frozen look on her face.
When I asked her how she felt, she answered coldly:
"Nothing", then added: "Upset", and after a few seconds she
sighed: "And a little worried".
Worried? Why was she worried? Perhaps she didn't know  any
other kindergartens, but I was sure she could find one. Of
course, I prayed that she wouldn't send me anywhere. That
didn't happen, but I didn't go to my kindergarten the next
day. My mom took me to a doctor.

"But Mom, I feel fine, I'm not sick."
"I know honey, but this is a special doctor. A
psychiatrist. Say hello to doctor Nonsense."
"Hello Kevin, let's play some games: tell me, what do you
see in these pictures?"
"A flower growing from a guy's forehead, a burning
aeroplane, Bart Simpson, a weird fountain, and a
sandwich."
"Hmmm... just as I thought: the kid is a sociopath, and
will never get along with other children. OK Kevin, now I
want you to draw some cute farm animals for me."
"Oh no, I'm not falling for that again!"
"Hmmm... typical. The kid is rude and doesn't obey nor
respect grown-ups."

Chapter III: "A Trial-less Execution"

I had only fifteen more minutes to get prepared for school.
I dressed as quickly as possible, drank some juice, went to
the bathroom, got out, took my bag, kissed my mom, and off I
was to school.
On my way there I thought to myself: "I wonder what I forgot
today. My bag is here and I'm dressed. That's good. I forgot
to brush my teeth, to do my homework in math, physics and
literature, and to finish my paper in English so I could
hand it in today, at last. That can't be good."
All my teachers saw me as a lousy student. I never
understood why. My grades were good. Didn't that mean
anything? So what if I was always late, never wrote anything
in class, and did my homework once in a blue moon, I still
did very well on my tests. My teachers, of course, thought
that I was cheating on my tests: "You never do your
homework, and you expect me to believe that you earned this
grade fair and square? I can't prove that you've cheated,
but when I can, I will fail you gladly, for you're a mere
lousy student". Why didn't they ever believe me? Was the
idea that perhaps I'm just smart so funny? It probably was,
for I barely graduated.

Chapter IV:  "Via Dolorosa - The End"

I'd always thought life was hard, but the day I joined the
army, I realized that the real hard life would be my next
three years. Forget the terrible food, the stone-like bed,
and the reeking clothes, those were nothing. The problem in
the army was the people I served with. I hated each and
every one of them, and they hated me back. The drill
sergeant kept on talking about the importance of team work,
and in his eyes I was a "trouble maker", whose purpose was
to subvert the army's order. In every argument I and the
others had, the drill sergeant always favored them. I was
sick of it, but there was nothing I could do.
On a sunny Sunday morning I went with everyone to eat
breakfast. After a few minutes in line, it was my turn to
pile some food on my plate.  Suddenly, I was pulled a bit
backwards, and by the wetness and coldness of it, I realized
that someone dropped ice cubes down my underpants. I turned
around: it was Charley, a guy so loathsome, that compared to
him, the other soldiers were a bunch of "Goodie two shoes"
boy scouts. Well, guess what I did? After a few seconds, in
which I punched and kicked that low-life senseless, I was
grabbed and thrown to the wall by the drill sergeant.

"What's the matter, Private Job, did that mean kid hurt
your feelings? Could you tell me how?"
"He put ice in my pants."
"Really? Private Jerkster, did you put ice in private Job's
pants?"
"No, drill sergeant, sir!"
"Well, that settles it. Private Job, I want you in my
office within one hour."
"But sir, I am not..."
"You? Who do you think YOU are? I'll tell you what you are
here: nothing! Do you know why? Because I said so, and where
you are now, and in the next three years, I make the
decisions. I can say that you're a horse, and you'll become
one. If I say that you're a chicken, you'll be laying eggs
in no time. Well, I say that you're an impudent 'trouble
maker', and that you won't learn anything without some pain
and chores, and if that's what I say, that's what will
be!"

Chapter V: "Salvation"

That night I couldn't sleep and couldn't stop thinking. The
man made me think: perhaps I wasn't in charge of my own
identity. That thought was dreadful, yet interesting. Who
was I, really? I was Kevin Job. My parents had chosen that
name. I was human. Also my parents to blame for. I was
alive. Again, my parents. Suddenly, I figured out something:
my personal thought, my idols, my perspective on life, my
desires, my wishes, my loves; all of these were chosen by
me, me, and nobody else but me.
Then it hit me: nobody cared about these things. My teachers
saw only my empty notebooks; the people in the university
saw only my lousy high school grades; my father saw nothing
but his dream of me going to a good unversity, shattered on
the ground; my mother only heard the voices of the two Mrs
Fields and doctor Nonsense, telling her that I had problems,
and that nothing good would come of me.
I wasn't in charge. I was Kevin, a living human being, a
social outcast, a failure, and there was nothing I could do
about it. Wait a second: a living human being... a living...
alive... I could change that!

"OK, now you've gone crazy"
"Crazy or sane, it won't matter in a few seconds."
"Why can't you wait till you die naturally?"
"Why? What to I get out of it?"
"A chance to find true love."
"Sure, just look at those girls, they can't get their hands
off me, now can they?"
"Oh, right... you can travel and see the world. No, that's
not good... ahhh... ok! I give up! Just take that gun from
over there and shoot your god damn head off!"

Someone left a gun on the table in our place. I took it,
pressed it against my head and squeezed the triger. That
didn't hurt a bit. I saw some black light, and then I
appeared here. It's a nice place here, a bit boring, but I
like it anyway. At first, I thought I was in heaven, but no
one here has any wings or a harp. I asked people, but nobody
knew what this place is either.
Only after I'd seen Kurt Cobain here, did I understand that
my soul had finally learnt its lesson, and that this is
nirvana.