I check my watch, and I am yet again, late to my meeting.

  I've been consistently late these past few days, not that I care, I always bring the best to the company.

  Regardless, I'm already late, so why not grab something to eat?

  "Yo! Greetings brother, could I have the usual?"

  "Wassup homie! Of course man! How has everything been? I heard you divorced your ex two days ago, you alright man?"

  This food truck is the one I always go to, very hospitable bunch. I share stuff about my life with him all the time, and sometimes stuff leaves my mouth without me realizing.

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  "Unfortunately, we didn't see eye-to-eye, I kept asking why she did certain things, like let the clothes dry outside, even though we have a dryer."

  "Haha, is that the reason?"

  "Haha no, but-"

  "Eyo homie hold the thought, what is that?"

  The food truck employee points his finger behind me, I thought he was trying to make a joke, but I looked behind me.

  It looked to be a bomb, someone shouted in the distance:

  "I would advice you to find cover NOW!"

  But before I could do that, it already landed, I could see the mushroom cloud, all the windows started shattering, buildings are rumbling, I thought I was far enough, I was wrong.

  "HEEELP!!!"

  "PLEA SE SA VE M-E!!"

  Everyone around me started screaming, I see the skin of people being burned to a crisp, The air was so thick, smoke filled my lungs, the stench of burnt flesh lingers in the air, before I could know it, my entire vision went dark.

  Why me? I led a peaceful life, I loved my wife so much, but she cheated on me, is it because I was late? Is it because I mind my business?

  Why me?