Some twat hung himself off the bridge behind work today. My eighteen year old friend, Stephen, saw the whole thing. He had to go home early after seeing it.
Suicide is just such a bastard thing to do. I’ll admit, like every other depressive on the planet, I’ve thought about it, I’ve even constructed the odd plan here and there, but the thing that keeps most of us from carrying out these plans is the fact that someone will eventually have to find a body – even if you go to lengths to ensure it’s not your loved ones.
This cunt did not.
I’m sorry that he felt so overwhelmed by life that he couldn’t take it any more, but I’m a hell of a lot sorrier for people like Stephen, and the drivers below, who had to watch a life end.