[i]I'm out on the range with my dad. I hit bullseye on most of the targets. We get ice cream to celebrate. Forty five days later, I'm bashing his brains in.[/i] "[b]Is this what it feels like to be dead? It's...cold? Well, maybe I can get warmer if I try and pull my clothes tighter. Wait. NO. I won't die. Not today. [/b]"