So it has finally come to this.

Depressed, unemployed, and hungry. That had described Justin perfectly but a mere three weeks prior, but now all will change.

He was somewhere within the Canadian Rockies staring down at his furry target. A four-foot tall grizzly bear was leisurely minding its own business on a slow moving stream looking to snag a quick lunch. Justin stared at the bear, trying to calm his palpitating heart.

I made a promise with myself. It is time I’ve grabbed hold of my life.

Having underwent an intervention from a higher power, Justin aspired to turn his life around. He would get a job, maybe marry and have three kids, and die a content man. But words are wind. Promises are all lies that have yet to be revealed.

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He refused to be stuck in the never-ending rut that so many were caught in(?) before him. The shades of past NEETs and shut-ins seemed to appear from the earth, whispering soft temptations in his ear as they tried pulling him back into the abyss.

“I WILL NOT BE LIKE YOU ALL ANY LONGER!” He roared, dispersing the spirits. His shout also attracted the attention of the bear, but that was a minor issue. That’s right! The bear was his sole purpose for coming here.

He needed a grand act, an achievement to really kick off his metamorphosis into a successful man. And what’s a better achievement than fighting a bear in the mountains? Mounting his video camera on a tripod, he ensured that he would get a good view of the beast.

Stripping his shirt off, he challenged the bear with a wordless scream. As if unsure what to do, the grizzly backed up into the river, confused.

“YOU LIKE THAT?! YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH! I WILL SKIN YOU AND SHOW YOU OFF AT THE NEXT JOB FAIR!” Justin taunted, sizing the bear up. It didn’t seem so tough. He could totally taste the feeling of his fist smashing into the bear’s jaw. The bear growled softly, but Justin paid no heed as he marched before it.

Finally having had enough, the bear roared in anger as it reared up onto its hind legs. It went from being a convenient four feet to a towering nine.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Justin quickly expelled the thought from his mind. He did not come here to hesitate! He did not come here to regret! He came to fight a motherfucking bear!

“COME AT ME!” He roared as he swung his fist at the bear’s muzzle.

July 16 - 2017. Justin Law - mauled to death by a bear while ‘hiking’ in the mountains.