Contributor: Jesse Campen - -   The warm breeze of the late-evening desert flows through my car while I drive eighty miles per hour towards my destination: Las Vegas, Nevada.      Most go to Las Vegas with others.  I prefer to walk away with my sins alone.  No one is in my car to block the sound of my blaring-loud music.  My vision is a blur from having driven so far.      "It’s okay," I say to myself.  "The road is straight anyways."      Something past a mountain catches my eye.  Is it the lights of my destination?  No.  I know it isn’t.  I’m miles away from there.  I have a half hour to go.      I see what looks like fire shoot out of a low-flying aircraft.  The explosive sound reaches the road a second...

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Author: Jesse Campen