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Buenos Aires, Argentina

Billie Joe Armstrong

I've never given much thought to how I would die - though I'd had reason enough in the last few months - but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I started without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else,someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something. I knew that if I'd never gone to forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grive when when it comes to an end. The hunter