The Time was 12:15 mid day. Lunch was sitting lightly in my stomach and the cool air of my basement room chilled my shin. This was the day. The day I had waited for since I imagined it happening. I knew this day would come after I asked Q for this one wish, this one Simple wish. He didn’t meet with me, he didn’t show me a sign, and he didn’t tell me when I would go. But I knew that I would go, and I knew I had to be ready when I went.

So I geared up; arming myself with a good pair of shoes, faithful pants, and a good shirt. I slung my two machetes across my back, put on a second belt and rested my tactical baton inside its loop, and I stuffed my left pocket with my num chucks. I stared into my mirror and looked at the image of the 18 year old man. Small stubble was growing from yesterday. I had no time to shave since then so I would have to take off all this gear and place myself in the sight of others. I had to be alone for this. Q is going to take me, I’ve felt it coming for days.