It was 9:00 PM Thursday night. The rain was pelting the windows like gravel thrown by a pre-schooler. sounds through my door over rode the TV. Yelling, running feet, doors to the stairwell slamming shut, sirens in the distance growing loader by the second. More commotion that a two for one sale at Macy's.
It was the old drunk Indian in the corner apartment. Two police cars, fire rescue, and an ambulance...yup, he was DOA. Then they gave him a shot of a drug I can't find that "restarted" him.........then they left him here! I've never heard of any attempted suicide where they let the victim go, let alone stay at home. What are they, nuts? His unsuccessful attempt to end his miserable life will only lead to another possible more successful one. Hey, there is the top 6th floor balcony.......just jump!
03-12-09 UPDATE
The Indian is being evicted....so he went nuts, broke two security cameras and didn't get arrested (no beds at the inn). Kewl.
"Invite your enemies to dine on a cup of malice and a cold plate of revenge!"
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