I was on my into Swanson to get some things to help set up for the Amnesty International speaker when I was suddenly and treacherously ambushed. My attacker lunged at me and landed what I first thought be a glancing blow on my wrist. Not believing the wound to be serious I ran from my kiler, quickly escaping her, but it soon became apparent that the injury that I had thought to be superficial was far more serious. As the life ebbed out of me I found that I had come to a state of perfect harmony and peace, and I realized that blessed nirvana was but moments away. “Yes,” I thought to myself as I slid into eternity, “it is a good day to die.”