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BurningAngel.comThis article appears in the August Issue of VICE MagazineDeath comes to us all eventually. It's an inevitability that I never feared until having children. Since their birth, it seems like the Reaper is creeping toward me at a faster pace than usual. As I dance the last dance of my 30s, friends and family are being snatched away all around me. On Easter I had my own near-death experience when my airplane almost crashed onto the tarmac at Newark Airport, forcing the pilot to pull the plane back up into the sky at the last moment before impact. Now I find myself looking back on my life wondering how I could have done things differently. Like Willie said, "Little things I should have said and done / I just never took the time." Perhaps I could have been much less of a cocksucker to a great many women along the way or had one less drink to avoid hurting fewer friends in car wrecks…
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