“When I’m dead, I’ll miss
Flowers which give me allergies and make it impossible to breath from both nostrils at once. I’ll miss
Sunlight reflecting off cars to blind me while I drive. I’ll miss
Broccoli, which tastes so disgusting on my tongue. I’ll miss
Smoke drifting off a cigarette and molesting my nostrils, making me cough. I’ll miss
Summers too hot to think. I’ll miss
Winter, when everyone is sniffling and, instead of staying home, passing on their cold or flu. I’ll miss
E-mails that are just spam, flooding my inbox, taking forever to sort out and delete. I’ll miss
Movies so bad that they’re a waste of my money. I’ll miss
Ants invading my new food, and the reek of the ant repellant. I’ll miss
Food poisoning from the occasional bad restaurant with mediocre service, and how I stupidly still left a tip. I’ll miss
Waiting in line forever at places like the DMV. I’ll miss
Vacuuming, dusting, washing the dishes, and all the other boring chores. I’ll miss
Feet in pain from stepping on sharp object or from falling asleep. I’ll miss
People too inconsiderate to avoid walking into you or to turn down their obnoxious radios. I’ll miss
, yes sir, I’ll even miss
You.”
And then he shot him. And he missed
i was on the google search engine and i find this, which turns out to be quite interesting. Did you wrote this or did you get it from somewhere?