Changes

Prologue

"I'm Going Through Changes!"

       Ozzy Osbourne's voice could be heard for at least a kilometer in any direction along the flat surface of the local farmland. Dogs howled at the noise, and the lesser creatures of the night took flight from the disturbance in their nocturnal ritual. None of this was realized by he who controlled the sound, as he was to busy focusing on keeping his vehicle out of the ditch. At such high speeds, it took all his mental effort to maintain control along the winding back roads, let alone juggle his cigarette and twenty-sixer of Jack Daniels which sat perched between his legs. He tossed the remains of his smoke out the window, and fumbled to change the song on the truck's cd player. He had never liked Ozzy's more sentimental hits. If he wanted to feel anything at all on this night, he wouldn't be three quarters through his bottle. He skipped through a couple of songs until he found "Mr. Crowley", one of his favourites from any of the classic rockers, and started bellowing the lyrics along with the Godfather of Metal. The last thing he remembered was digging through the glove compartment for a fresh pack a cigarettes before hearing a loud thud as he flew towards the windshield. After that, only the moon bore witness to the event which proceeded to happen.