Just take a look at what’s inside:
Here is a short story of meaning and purpose.
You be the judge what matters the most to you.
That night, she went to a party.
There were lots of beautiful young women and men; alcohol, drugs, and sex fed the night with intensity to an organismic numbness.
Finally, making it home, she crawled into bed and set the alarm to get up in two hours for work.
In the morning, nearly ready for work, the phone shrilled through the small apartment.
Sobbing, “Jess didn’t make it home….’
Shelly sat down, asking, “What?”
An Eternity passed.
Words fell through the sobs, “An … accident … died … in E.R.”
Three days later, Kelli was at the funeral.
Mourning the loss of her friend, she heard the comforting words of the minister.
“Jessica was a good person.”
Kelli remembered all of the bodies sprawled out at the party.
Feeling empty, Kelli thought: How am I going to die?