The blast was the perfect distration for his escape. What
luck he had had this time. Unlike the other times when he felt
the pain of the burning fumes on his skin and smelled the putride
chemical through every pore on his body. He would dread those
moments that evolved into eternity and he had often thaught about
suicide before allowing it to happen again. 
      It was that split second decision that made him tremble
with fear and anguish. That second in ones life that allows us to
see deeper and farther into things that normaly would be
forgotten.