Last week we called it a "miracle with a tumor." Today, it feels like surgeons removed the miracle.
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February 01, 2007
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i suggest jumping off the third street overpass. it is very close to your office.
Posted by: William Thirteen | February 01, 2007 at 11:49 AM
Not high enough. Funny, we've been thinking about jumping from high places. But the high place has to be high enough for us to listen to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah's "Details of the War" in its entirety before we hit.
Posted by: Unremitting Failure | February 01, 2007 at 02:28 PM
oh it's not the fall that kills you but getting hit by all the traffic coming out of the third street tunnel. and that way they can't really say that it is suicide. no one has to know. they can't blame you for it and the wife still gets the insurance and everyone is better off. just think about it. think about it, that's all i be sayin' yo.
Posted by: William Thirteen | February 02, 2007 at 02:18 AM