This Sunday evening I shall leave. I’ll spend the weekend visiting my parents, and following lunch I’ll get in my car and drive to the beach. I’ll park at a friend’s empty beach house. While I wait for my car to fill to the sufficient concentration of carbon monoxide, I’ll listen through my final play list and stare off at the bay. Once it’s about ready I’ll take a small dose of my sleep aid and get in. I’ll set some more charcoal on the grill for safe measure and wait. I’m excited. I’ll finally know what it feels like to be taken by death. It’s been three months since I made this decision and I’m confident in it. The freedom to live like you’re dying is truly all it’s made out to be.