Preview: Earlier this morning I took stock of my life and realized that I didn’t have anything to live for. My family was gone. My friends, what few I had, would do fine without me. I was a small cog in a large wheel and would easily be replaced. I didn’t owe anyone, didn’t own anything, so, I packed up my meager belongings and put a note on them to give one pile to the Goodwill, and the other pile to the Salvation Army. I left what money I had with me on the table to cover cleaning the place for the next people who lived there. It was just me and Geen Naam, my horse. Gee, as I called him, would take me to my special place.

We left early on Monday, the sun rising over the desert to the east. I brought plenty of water and food for Gee, and some for me too. Looking back just once, I crossed the road and began the first part of my journey.

Strangely, I wasn’t feeling depressed or sad. I don’t think many can say that they had the opportunity to plan their death and have it happen exactly how they wish. That was kinda’ exciting to me, a bit of a thrill.

As I rode out I took note of all the life that I saw. My favorite of course was the saguaro. I would take comfort in them when my supply of nourishment ran out. I noticed things that others my age would never see. The horned lizard that was over by the outcropping of rocks. The rattlesnake nearby, looking to make a meal of the lizard. The vultures circling above, looking for an easy meal.