Monday, August 11, 2014

Options Is My Middle Name

              I'm thinking about committing suicide.
                      Great, let me help you.
Well, this is probably something I should do alone.  Isn't that what the "su" in "suicide" means?  Like "by yourself" or something?
Of course, I get what you're saying.  I just meant I could help you come up with ideas.  I love watching those complete makeover shows.
                        Well, okay.
                           Great.  Ok, so what about a bridge?
                What?  Jump off a bridge?  No way, too high, scared of heights.
                 Ok, ok, no problem.  How about shooting yourself?
                    You know how hard it is to get a gun these days?
                           I thought you still lived in Soundview?
                           Yeah, but they're gonna think I'm a narc!
              Okay, I get it, no guns.  Okay, what about jumping in front of a train?
I couldn't live with the guilt of slowing down all those commuters.  I hate the MTA as it is.
                        Ok.  What about gassing yourself?
My oven works sporadically.  I could only get one burner going the other day.  The oven sucks.
                             Okay.  What about strangulation?
                  Brings back too many bad memories.
                      Overdose?
               Where am I gonna get a prescription like that?  I already sleep too much.
                        Cutting your wrists?
                          I just cleaned my apartment.
                      Wow, you aren't leaving yourself many options....
                                I know.
                            Well what ideas do you have?
How about an umbrella that has a canteen connected to it, so that when it finally rains in the desert you can collect some of that water?
           That's a great idea!  Brilliant!  I would totally buy one of those!
                  I just worry about it getting struck by lightning.

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