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He sat on the top of his Jeep looking at the drooping sun as it fell down the silhouette of the hills. His eyes wet, feet sore, mouth dry. He thought of himself as an utter waste of carbon and mass. He was glad to be out of that suburbia, away from the plastic people surrounding him. He was free. A roamer unbound from his fake life. He ripped off his hospital wristband and threw it to the side. With 167 dollars in his pocket, he would leave the state as soon as possible. He didn't feel betrayed, mistreated. He felt as though the world did him a favor. He hopped down from the roof of his car and went inside. He started the engine, making what seemed to be the only noise surrounding this silence, and drove off.

He realized there would be no harps playing when he died.

Description
He sat on the top of his Jeep looking at the drooping sun as it fell down the silhouette of the hills. His eyes wet, feet sore, mouth dry. He thought of himself as an utter waste of carbon and mass. He was glad to be out of that suburbia, away from the plastic people surrounding him. He was free. A roamer unbound from his fake life. He ripped off his hospital wristband and threw it to the side. With 167 dollars in his pocket, he would leave the state as soon as possible. He didn't feel betrayed, mistreated. He felt as though the world did him a favor. He hopped down from the roof of his car and went inside. He started the engine, making what seemed to be the only noise surrounding this silence, and drove off.

He realized there would be no harps playing when he died.