John looked up from his journal. He thought for a moment before writing something else on the page he was on. "Thankfully I got done with this journey before I got old."

     Suddenly, there was a knock on the stuy door. "Come in," John called out. The door opened and Jerry walked in. "Hey dad," he said, Jerry said as he looked over his dad's shoulder. 

     "What do you need Jerry?"

     "Nothing much, just your journal."

     "Hah! You can have this over my dead body. There is too much personal imformation in here."

    "OKay," Jerry said as he pulled out a gun. He put the gun against his father's head and pulled the trigger. 

     Blood splattered against the journal. Jerry picked up the journal and left. "I win this time, dad."