Hello All.....Its been forever since Ive had a comp....for those of you who dont know, my house was hit by lightening this summer and Ive been forced to no longer participate in insult ever since.
Yesterday I moved to Boston. The ride was smooth, and Caniprokis and I were in a fairly good mood. So as we pull up to my new building, there is a crowd of people standing outside joined by an ambulance and cruisers. There it is, I thought, my welcoming to Boston. Someones already been shot. This sort of surprised me though..I mean I did live in Philly and everyone told me that Boston was nothing like that ghetto.
Anyways, we drive by this crowd and I see a body on the pavement next to the door where I had reserved to move my stuff in. I later found out that this was the body of a jumper who had decided to kill himself by throwing himself off the pent house suite deck. All I kept thinking was that if Caniprokis and I hadnt stopped at two rest stops on the way...I would have been moving my stuff at the same time he had jumped. I mean, if he had seen me down there maybe he would have changed his mind. Maybe I, in an obscure kind of way, could have saved this guys life if it wasnt for the few minutes between his plumett and my arrival. Or maybe not. Some strange twist of fate caused me to arrive those minutes later, and maybe for a reason. I guess Ill never know.