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The final bars of the tune are fading away and with a little relief to me the DJ chimes in.

“Hey, all you little devils, it’s mid-day and I’m your host, Angel Crash. Your listening to all the music fit to play on 66.6 FM, Hell Radio, broadcasting here, there, and everywhere, all day, we play, the music that moves you along your way.”

Tell me something I need to know Mr. Crash.

“It time for the full deal now. One great album in its entirety. This time around it’s Iron Maidens classic, Number of the Beast! 66.6. The best thing for every mile!”

I remember this album well from my youth. It begins and I drift along with it. Happy to hear it again. But sad that all those images it provokes are long ago memories I can never have again. Somber solace is a bedfellow that comforts the least. The past has occurred. I cannot change who I was. I cannot change the paths I have taken in my life. My universe is aged to the point where the stars are barely within visual range of one another. Almost all of the energy that sprang into existence so long ago is dissipated to near nothingness.

I’m feeling let down now. Angel didn’t give me anything I could use mentally to asses my situation. No definite time of day, no local advertisements, and no weather report. I mean, at least give me the temperature! I blink slowly and shake my head. Looking down I see the phone still on the floor. I’m not going to stop to pick it up. I frown. Looks like another billboard coming up. I wonder if it’s just a mirage. Am I daydreaming?