People like me don't die of old age.
There was a loud pop and then a grinding whine and the Cessna rolled and began to plummet toward the jungle below. A single thought rattled through my head.
I deserved this. This was my fault.
The pilot banked hard to port and I felt the seatbelt saw at my guts and in the next instant I could see that we were about to crash through the trees. What a f@*%ed up way to go. But, man, I had it coming. A hundred times over....
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