Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened yet are constantly pushing themselves into my head.

There are two types of visions. Those that will happen no matter what, and those that can be stopped. Now more than ever, I wish I could tell them apart.

Note to self: don’t throw things at girls.

Do good. That’s all any of us can do.