Dead Goodbyes

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Dirt lane roads, in Arizona desert getting sandy by the wheels of my mustang, flexing the power of the engine by leaving a track of dust behind. I parked near the cliff's edge; tiny chucks of sand were crushed by the bottom of my red wine tenis, the feel of sand while you walked through always seemed pleasant to me. When i reached the edge of the cliff, having a screen of stars on top of my reddish head, shiny stars hiding the burried ones that were burried by the light of other brighter stars, with the cold desert wind i quickly took out a revolver and shoot myself inside the mouth. Well, that was the hole story, but let's flashback a bit, just 3 days before.