Cheating Life - 2nd ed.

I don’t know if it’s this way for everyone, but I didn’t remember any details during my past-life regressions. I remembered feelings. I remembered frustration. I remembered feeling tired. I remembered planning to change the world - to make it a better place - a hundred different times in a hundred different ways in a hundred different lives, but it was always too hard. Just too damned hard.<br /> <br /> Call me a coward or a quitter. I don’t care. I’m on my way out, all the way out. And I don’t mean nirvana; I mean nihilation. I don’t have the time or energy for the Buddhist thing.<br /> <br /> Don’t feel sorry for me - I don’t. I’ve got a shortcut, and my exit door is covered in silk sheets and guarded by the best set of legs ever to wear fishnets. It’s the first death I’ve really looked forward to.