I've never given much thought to how I would die but dying in the place of someone I love seems like a good way to go. And maybe that day will be filled with a little more sunshine warming my skin, the air a lot fresher than usual and the sky will be the last thing I see... Never had it crossed my mind that I would have to flee because of some obsessive, butt-ugly motherfucker that wanted to eat my sister. Kinda outta luck is an understatement. O R in which i hope to arrive to my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.