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Johnny thoughtlessly flipped through the channels. Nothing was on. He shut off the TV, stood up, stretched, and glared at the clock. 2:27 a.m. "what to do, what to do?" he thought. He'd tried to draw Happy Noodle Boy for over an hour and couldn't think of anything to write about. He ate some Skettios. He tried staring at the stars and thinking of ways to kill himself. He even went for a walk, but ironically, couldn't find anyone worthy of a long, tortuous death. It was probably because of "Spring Break". All the assholes were gone killing brain cells and getting infected with STD's. He couldn't think of anything to do. He was so bored. There had to be something. He decided in going for a drive. He got up, grabbed his keys, and headed out the door.
The moon was magnificent. 'Nny couldn't remember ever seeing it this bright before. As he gazed at its beauty, something else caught his eye. He looked to the left of his windshield and saw a shooting star race across the sky. It was amazing. "Something's wrong," he thought, "everything's been so…so perfect. Tonight has been so tranquil, relaxed, and so calm. I don't believe I've had a night like this in a long time. If only it could last forever. Johnny C.! What are you saying? You know it's not possible. You know that this is all just a brief prelude to this horrible reality. Something negative will happen shortly, and everything will go back to normal. sigh It always does." He shut his eyes and sighed heavily. As he opened them, another car rammed into his. His head hit the door, knocking him out instantly.