“ahhhh”, a resounding scream echoed through the deserted plains, “peeee”  the horns of a vehicle blared. Jim sat in a Porsche with his eyes closed, screaming and slamming his head into the steering wheel. He punched the windshield, it cracked and so did his knuckle leaving a trail of blood 

He opened his eyes to the menacing canyon before him. He smiled, a mirthless smirk, his eyes gleaming with feral intensity. He unbuckled his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator. The canyon was obviously too wide for the car to jump and a drop from such heights to the jagged floor below would be fatal. He thought of the drop and smiled.

As he drove, his mind raced. Just this morning, his life was bland. “How did I get here?” he whispered. A shadow of doubt crossed his face. The terrain blurred giving way to a flashback as he recalled his life.

He remembered his fondest memories of school, performing insane stunts to impress his classmates. He recalled the rush he enjoyed from his constant near death experiences.

He was the valedictorian, the end of his speech flashed before his eyes like a blazing sign in pitch blackness. “I will own my own company at age 25. None of my employees will feel the pressure of the economy. I WILL RAISE TOMORROW'S YOUTH!. This declaration got him a standing ovation.

Twelve years later, he was at the position he started with, in a small insurance firm that paid below minimum wage.  His life was basically mountains of paperwork to lonely nights in a rundown apartment without light or running water.

This morning as he got down from the bus, an old man called out to him, “Jim!” Jim looked at the man, instantly recognizing him as his old mentor. “Don't end up like me, be better” the last words of his mentor formed a lump in his throat . Jim looked down and hurried to his office, shame welling up within him. The thought of letting down someone he respected shattered him completely. 

As he reached the door, he looked at his reflection. As if seeing himself for the first time in years. Something wild stirred within.

 A single drop of tear fell from his eye. As it splashed on the ground, a plan formed, a daring unreasonable plan. A plan fueled by the feeling of crushing defeat. 

His boss Mr Henry owned a sports car which he drove to work every day. Mr Henry, a middle class man in his late 60s was still in denial of the fact that he was aging. He spent beyond his means in an attempt to feel young. 

Jim walked into the office building standing straight with an awkward smile on his face. He walked up to where Mr Henry kept the keys, he caught himself, weighing his decision. “GET BACK TO WORK YOU USELESS DUMMY” Mr Henry's constant screams echoed in his head. He took the keys and sped walked out, drenched in sweat and shaking.

He slipped into the Porsche, driving away without looking back.

Snapping out of his walk down memory lane, every hint of doubt faded as he got engulfed by red hot rage. Anger at fate, society.

The engine roared with the fury of a thousand raging bulls as he sped through the rough terrain like a mad lightning bolt through oiled clouds. The distance closed in a flash.

As the car soared through the air, he laughed with wild glee, grinning as he fell, plummeting like a star struck down by gods. 

Crash! The resounding echo shook the entire canyon floor. 

Boom the car got engulfed in flames as a mushroom cloud rose 

He crawled out of the debris, dragging himself away from the flames. He rolled to his back and burst out laughing. 

“That was AWESOME! I wonder what I'm having for dinner” he said, brushing dust off his suit as he walked away unscathed. The person walking away from the carnage had the wild eyes of an unhinged man with nothing to lose. He burst into uncontrolled laughter. “society, government, economy, vengeance ” he muttered, sounding incoherent. His eyes darted left and right like a cornered animal.