I was coming home from dinner at my parents, but it wasn't a normal dinner, it was a goodbye dinner. They didn't know it, but I planned to end my life this night, after years of struggling I was just done with it. Once it hit around midnight I got back to the shit town I lived in, I parked my car near the railroad overpass. I figured this was a good spot, since people park there to fish, and nobody would probably even notice me until morning, plus it was just far enough from my apartment that chances were nobody I cared about would find me. I shut the engine down, popped the trunk and grabbed my supplies, I hooked up the hose to the exhaust, turned on the local rock station and started the car up again. After a few minutes I started to get sleepy, and I shut...