We had to write a short story in my creative writing class. This story is called Jesus Lives in Colorado.

Jesus Lives in Colorado Teenage angst never tasted so good. Everytime that bottle of Jack Daniel's touched his mouth he got a little more numb, and his thoughts of her drifted further away. At 19, Dave didn't really consider himself a teenager anymore. But tonight, he was using every excuse he could. Bottle in one hand, handgun in the other, he tried so hard to sort out his thoughts and make up his mind. But even …

…farting Larry. He also thought about suicidal Jesus. Just outside the restroom he tossed the gun into another trashcan and walked out of the building into the sun. He then turned and went to get a refund for his unused bus ticket. Emptying the last drop from the bottle into his mouth he sat out on foot towards his small, ugly house. "Tomorrow is going to be a better day," he laughed aloud to himself.