This is the story of Billy. He was a dreamer, he dreamt adventures. The only thing he could think of was going out of his house and seeing the world.
One day he woke up, he packed all his things, said goodbye to his boring and safe life and left.
Billy went out of the door, he felt the air on his face. He was ready for a long journey, he was free.
Then a car ran over him and killed him.
What? Did you expect adventures? Well, some stories don't go how you expect, this is life.
So? So what did I want to say with this? Only that I wish you all to survive in this adventure, not to die before the fun part begins.
Well, I hope you to see the new year and also its end, am I clear enough?