Suicide Base Jumping
So Mattface were on the roof of our 8 story building smoking a cigarette on the deck when we noticed a man on the roof of the building next door with his leg up on the ledge, peering contemplatively over the edge. Having put much discussion into the eminence of certain death (or probability thereof), we were vaguely concerned by this sight. So I yelled across, "Don't do it, buddy! We can talk this out!!" Sadly, either he ignored me or my sound waves were washed away in the chaotic confusion of construction work being done across the street.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Labels: Do-Goodin', Smoking
2 Comments:
You are an amazing do-gooder. Like Michael Scofield. I'd want you to break me out of my metaphorical prison.
Michael Scoffield... swoon... :)
When I think of him I think of the episode where they've got the little panamanian dude and he's drowning in the freezing water and mikey keeps holding him up/sharing the oxygen tank with him. That was so dreamy.
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